"You refused them," he remarked.
"They aren't mine."
"They are now."
"I don't want your gifts."
Cassian studied her quietly. "They're clothes."
"They look like chains to me."
His brows drew together. "They're very comfortable."
"They're from you."
The words hit harder than she intended, and a long silence stretched between them before Cassian finally spoke. "You ate."
"I wasn't trying to," she murmured.
He frowned. "What does that mean?"
"The food didn't make me sick, so I ate."
Cassian glanced at the simple meal, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "The physician changed your diet. It appears he was correct."
Lin Wan remained silent while Cassian slowly walked toward the crystal window. As the snow continued falling outside, he spoke without looking back. "The northern borders have become unstable. Wang is moving. He has gathered armies."
Only then did Lin Wan slowly lift her head. "Why are you telling me?"
