This was insane. This was certifiably, write-it-in-a-medical-journal, goddamn insane.
She was lying on a dungeon floor, playing dead, with a stolen signet ring jammed under her hip, while her brother searched her body through prison bars and provided a running monologue of his own unraveling and she was trying not to laugh because she was fucking ticklish and some things don't change just because you're committing treason.
He could use an Alpha command on her, so she needed to play the shit out of opossum.
"I KNOW you have it." Cassian's hand checked her collar. "You took it. Rings don't DISAPPEAR, Guinevere."
"Roll her over," a prisoner suggested helpfully.
"I CAN'T ROLL HER OVER. SHE'S ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BARS, YOU ABSOLUTE—"
"Sounds like a you problem. I'll just be unlocking every cell except for yours."
"NOBODY TOUCHES THOSE KEYS." Cassian roared in an Alpha command that echoed off every wall in the corridor.
Silence.
