The Confluence

CALLA'S POV

We did not go straight home.

Cassian, who had made a reservation two weeks earlier because Cassian anticipated the shape of things, took us to a restaurant four blocks from the authority building — the whole room, twelve seats, the people who had been in it from the beginning. Lucian and Camila. Octavia. Diana. Cassian and Elena. Beatrix had gone back to the estate; Orson Mercer had ex