"Don't you dare."
Cassian entered the office in sleeping clothes.
A dark silk shirt hung open at the throat beneath a long dressing coat, one side of the collar folded incorrectly. His silver hair had escaped its usual binding and fell loose around his face. Soft indoor shoes made almost no sound against the floor, which only made the force of his arrival more alarming.
Two physicians followed him.
Neither appeared willing to pass him.
Cassian stopped inside the open doors and looked at the room.
The awakened maps.
The active archives.
Mezos standing with one arm immobilized.
Liam barefoot in a white sleeping robe.
Arik in an imperial bathrobe, his damp hair swept back and gold shining through the bandages around both hands.
Then Severin, standing beside the desk as though emerging from sealed imperial offices after midnight, remained a perfectly reasonable use of his time.
