#because one

Cassian stared toward the castle. “You think she’s alive?” The question haunted him with every breath these last few days.

“You’d know if she’d died,” Azriel said, pausing his work and looking up at Cassian. He tapped his brother’s chest with a scarred hand. “Right here—you’d know, Cass.”

… how … how does he know?

HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT AZRIEL?

 𝗮.               cautiously,   your   teeth   are   bared,   as   they   have   been,   your   jaw   aching   for   so   long   as   growls   slip   free.   you   always   have   to   defend   yourself.   you   lash   out   in   fear,   you   need   someone   who   does   not   shrink   back...   a   hand   falling   slowly   to   your   shoulder,   however   briefly,   in   a   reminder   that   you   do   not   have   to   lunge.   there   is   no   danger   here,   now.