“Four fucking days,' Cassian hissed from where he and Azriel monitored the castle. 'We've been sitting on our asses for four fucking days.'

Azriel sharpened Truth-Teller. The black blade absorbed the dim sunlight trickling through the forest canopy above. 'It seems you've forgotten how much of spying is waiting for the right moment. People don't engage in their evil deeds when it's convenient to you.'

Cassian rolled his eyes. 'I stopped spying because it bored me to death. I don't know how you put up with this all the time.'

'It suits me,' Azriel didn't halt his sharpening, though shadows gathered around his feet.”