The Glass Divide Lin let out a slow breath. “Cassian. He’s our age. He says there’s a group, on both sides, trying to bring down The Divide. He wants to help us find them.” Jax ran a hand through his messy dark hair, pacing. “Lin, this could be a setup.” “I know. But what if it’s not?” Jax stopped pacing, his gray eyes locking onto hers. “You trust him?” Lin hesitated. She barely knew Cassian, but something about the way he spoke—the way his voice had wavered, as if he, too, was trapped behind the glass—felt real. “I don’t know. But I believe he wants to help.” Jax exhaled sharply. “And what happens if the guards find out? If we get caught—” “They won’t.” Lin straightened. “Because we’re not going to be reckless. We’re going to be smart. Cassian said he’d reach out again. We wait.” Jax shook his head, muttering something under his breath before flopping onto an old mattress in the corner. “This is a terrible idea.” But he didn’t argue further. Lin sat down,...
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