"Then, Mother above, Nesta shifted her attention to Cassian, noticing that gleam--what it meant. She snarled softly, "What are you looking at?" Cassian's brows rose--little amusement to be found now. "Someone who let her youngest sister risk her life every day in the woods while she did nothing. Someone who let a fourteen-year-old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall." My face began heating, and I opened my mouth. To say what, I didn't know. "Your sister died--died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don't expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make --and insult my people in the process."