I woke up several minutes later, groggy and floating in that strange space between sleep and waking. My body felt boneless and heavy, making movement feel like dragging myself through quicksand. But oddly, there was no pain, not in my head or limbs, just lingering fatigue that clung to me like wet fabric.Cassiel was sitting beside the bed when I blinked up at him. He looked relieved.“You’re awake,” he said gently, brushing a piece of hair from my face.He proceeded to fill me in with the information the nurses had shared—none of it good, but he delivered it with care, filtering the worst of it so it wouldn’t break me. I was too tired to ask questions, too worn to press him, so I let the words wash over me like static noise.“You stay put,” he said firmly. “I’ll go settle the damages with the hotel, pack your things, and bring the car around. I’ve already arranged for someone to pick up your car later.”I nodded faintly, offering no argument. His tone wasn’t commanding, but it left n
Aurielle had fallen back asleep, her breathing slow and steady now, soft like the whisper of silk brushing against skin. Her face had relaxed, the tension in her brows fading as the medication took hold. I sat beside her bed and brushed my knuckles gently against her arm, needing the touch just to confirm she was still here. Still with me.She looked peaceful—but I knew better.She wasn’t okay.Not even close. I hadn’t gone into details because I didn’t want her stressed, but it was bad.The nurse had handed me a folder, her eyes hesitant, words measured. I had read the medical notes from the attending physician three times now, but each time I finished, I had to grip the chair tighter to keep from putting my fist through a wall.The abortifacient she’d been forced to ingest a month ago—the one that tore her unborn child from her womb—had left its mark in a different way this time. The doctors had already told us that there would be a permanent strain in her body. That her womb was wr
I sent Cassiel a text first, letting him know I was fine and that I just needed to rest before the long drive tomorrow. My fingers hovered over the screen for a second, then I added a quick “Thank you for today” before hitting send.His reply came almost instantly.Cassiel: Of course. Sleep well, Aurielle. Call me if you need anything, okay?A small smile tugged at my lips. He didn’t push, didn’t ask questions, didn’t try to keep me talking. He respected my space, even though I could feel how much he cared. It was... comforting.The man knew how to show how he felt without being too much, or too distant. After facing harshness for years, it’s nice to meet someone emotionally mature and stable.I didn’t respond to Matthias. I didn’t want to. But I wasn’t naive. I knew him too well, blocking one number wouldn’t stop him. He’d just get a new one. Or ten. I’d spend the next few weeks dodging calls and texts from every random number under the sun.So instead, I saved the number.I opened t
We returned to the hotel not long after finishing up at the mini golf course. My cheeks still ached from smiling so much, and my chest was light in a way it hadn’t been in years. Cassiel walked me to my room, his hand grazing mine the entire elevator ride up like he didn’t want to let go.Outside my door, he pulled me into a warm hug—solid and grounding, his scent soothing something inside me I didn’t realize had gone raw. Then, just before pulling away, he pressed a kiss to the corner of my lips. Not quite bold enough to be called a real kiss, but not chaste either. A promise, maybe. A tease.My heart responded instantly, pounding like it was running a marathon with no finish line in sight.I stood there for a few seconds after he left, fingertips still ghosting over the place where his mouth had brushed against my skin. I was glowing. Floating. This entire day had been... incredible. Too incredible to be real. If this were a dream, then I’d rather stay unconscious than wake up to a
Aurielle left first.I didn’t even realize it at first—too lost in thought, too busy trying not to look in her direction. But then her chair was empty. A ghost of her perfume still lingered faintly in the air like the aftertaste of something sweet I hadn’t earned the right to have. When she'd spotted me, I stared her down, then forced myself to look away. I didn’t know the next time I looked up, she would be gone. She just left. I watched her pretty smile diminish at the sight of me, like I was the dark cloud over her otherwise sunny day.Cassiel followed a few minutes later. He didn’t say anything to anyone. Just stood, glanced across the room, and left. But not before looking at me.It wasn’t a glare, and it wasn’t smugness, either. His face was unreadable—blank in the kind of way that made me feel like I wasn’t even worth the expression. That was what pissed me off: that silent dismissal, that calm assurance that he had no respect for me, that he could tell I was feeling bitter.
I was still bristling when I left the restaurant—my body thrumming with tightly coiled rage, like lightning without a storm. Every muscle in me was wired with the residual venom from Nerissa’s words, from the slap I delivered, from the weight of everything she’d tried to dig up and twist inside me.Then I bumped into Cassiel.He was standing near the hallway just outside the restrooms, leaning casually against the wall like he had all the time in the world. But the moment he saw my face, something shifted in his posture. His eyes narrowed, focused—not with judgment, but concern. A quiet alertness.Without asking a single question, he reached for my hand and said gently, “Let’s get out of here. I’ve got another plan for our date.”I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him we could just go back to the table and finish dessert, maybe order another round of drinks. But then I saw the warmth in his gaze—steady, reassuring, safe—and the words fell apart on my tongue. He wasn’t suggesting th