“She’s more dangerous.”clearing beneath the tall black oak. The air there felt colder than the rest of the woods, as though sunlight itself hesitated to enter. The shadowed figure standing a few steps away did not react immediately. Instead, they studied Cassian with quiet patience, golden eyes reflecting faint glimmers of filtered light through the branches above.Cassian leaned casually against the rough trunk of the oak, folding his arms as if the situation held no real tension for him. Yet beneath his relaxed posture, his senses remained alert. The figure he was speaking to rarely revealed emotion openly, and when