Cassian drummed his fingers on the desk, curiosity biting deep. “Let’s have a look.” “Amren said not to,” Azriel warned. “Amren’s not here,” Cassian said, smirking. “And we don’t need to touch them.” He clapped Rhys on the shoulder. “Use that fancy magic to unsheathe them.” Rhys lifted his head. “This is a bad idea.”
