Nolan POV
The fire crackled low in the hearth, throwing shadows across the card table where Lance, Cassian, and I sat.
The packhouse had been tense for weeks, spies exposed, Felicity banished, whispers still circling like vultures, but for once, there was laughter echoing off the walls. It felt almost… normal.
Almost.
There was a time when Lance and I couldn’t stand to be in the same room. Now, thanks to his friendship with Ellie, we’d grown accustomed to being around each other.
It didn’t change the way he felt about me; I had no illusions about that, but we were able to be more cordial with one another.
And as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I knew he was making an effort to raise my spirits in light of everything that had happened with Felicity.
I knew that everyone in the
