Cassian's hand slipped toward Lumine's waist, fingers teasing the edge of her belt. She immediately slapped his hand away, breaking the kiss with a sharp look.
"I've got duties," she said firmly.
"Can't you ditch them?" Cassian asked, not quite giving up, his hands still hovering like he was tempted to try again. He caught the hesitation on her face—she clearly wanted to—but duty won out. She shoved him back and quickly put some distance between them before he could pull her in again.
"Ditch them?" she snorted. "If I skip my rounds and something goes wrong, my head's the one ending up in a ditch."
She grabbed her sword and buckled it around her waist. Cassian watched her, disappointed but not stopping her this time.
"Guess things are serious around here," he said.
"Why wasn't it like this… back there in the cult?" she asked quietly.
