Cassian didn't believe a single word coming out of Robert's mouth—but he let him talk anyway. If Robert wanted to run his mouth, Cassian was happy to let him dig his own grave a little deeper.
Robert seemed to notice. He snickered softly. "You don't believe me, do you?"
"I caught you spying," Cassian scoffed flatly. "Not once—twice. I'm watching your accomplices do it right now. So why would I believe anything that comes out of your mouth?"
His gaze flicked downward to the clearing, where the two women had already started weaving spells around the soldiers, their movements practiced, efficient.
Robert followed his gaze, then sighed like Cassian was being difficult on purpose. He sat back against the tree, posture relaxed, almost casual.
