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“Why so many questions tonight?'

'Because we're talking like normal people, and I want to know. About all of it.'

Nesta rose from the table, aiming for the door. 'What does it matter to you?'

'Let's not retread old territory, Nes.'

She threw over a shoulder, 'I hadn't realised we'd moved beyond it.'

'Bullshit.'

'Here's the part where you remind me everyone hates me, and I leave.'

Cassian shot from his seat, blocking her path to the door in three strides. She'd forgotten how fast he was, how graceful despite his size. He glowered down at her. 'It never mattered to me whether you took half the Cauldron's power or a drop. It still doesn't matter.'

'Why?' Nesta couldn't stop herself from asking. 'Why do you even bother?'

His features turned stark. 'Why did you stay at my side when we went up against the King of Hybern during that last battle?'

As if that were an answer. She couldn't bear it, this talk, the expression on his face. 'Because I was a stupid fool.' She shoved past him.

'What is it you're afraid of?' he asked, following her into the hall.

She drew up short. 'I'm not afraid of anything.'

'Liar.'

Nesta turned slowly. Let him see every bit of anger rippling through her.

Cassian's eyes gleamed in savage satisfaction.”