Mine To Claim のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Cassian's povMaya blinks rapidly, her hand going to her head. “What did you just do?” She asks the words slurring a bit. The world swims out of focus as she tries to steady herself.She tries to move away from me but she trips over her legs. My hands go below her legs scooping her up to my chest. Her fingers dig at my jacket as if she's trying to fight me even in this state.“Stop fighting it,” I mutter. She shakes her head as she tries to speak. “It will be okay,” I add as her eyes screw shut.My hands firm on her body, I start moving towards the building. “Sir you can't be in here,” a guard says stopping me.“I just need somewhere to place her, she took too many glasses and passed out.”I force a smile as he looks around. “You can place her in that room,” he says pointing to a door marked thirty-three. “Only for a few minutes,” he adds.“That's all the time I need,” I say as he lets us through. The door creaks open to a dimly lit room, the air thick with the smell of liquor and Cu

Cassian's povI step away from her, my eyes sweeping over the nearby buildings. “You still don't want me to make you breakfast?” I ask folding my arms over my chest.She looks perplexed, her chest moving up and down. “Uh, yeah I will just take a shower,” she says, going to the room.The kitchen is quiet except for the occasional hum of the fridge as I take out a carton of eggs. The cool shell cracks easily against the rim of the bowl, York spilling into the mixture as I whisk. The scent of sizzling bacon fills the air, mixing with the bitter aroma of the brewing coffee. I let the eggs settle into the pan, the soft hiss of the oil breaking the quiet.The door creaks open and she steps out wearing a white sundress with brown dots. Her hair is damp as she moves to the table with quiet hesitance. She barely meets my eyes as she sits down her hands folded on her lap. I slide a plate towards her and take a seat opposite her.The air is thick with unresolved tension and I can see the gears

Maya's povWe break apart, our breath uneven. His fingers go to his lips as if he's trying to erase what just happened. Realization slithers around us, sharp and unforgiving. The warmth of his lips still lingers like a ghost of what shouldn't have happened.“What did you just do?” He asks standing up.“What?”“Was this your plan all along?” He asks looking at me with disdain.“You kissed me,” I point out.“And you didn't stop me?” he asks his voice accusatory.My mouth falls open, the words getting stuck in my throat. “This was a mistake,” I mutter, getting away from him.“Damn right.”I slam the door behind me, several missed calls flooding my screen — they are all from Mum.A heavyweight settles in my chest, and the feeling that something is wrong makes my skin crawl. She picks up within the third ring.“Maya, it's your dad, his blood pressure shot up,” she says, her voice shaking. “We've taken him to the hospital and the doctors are working on him right now…. but I —”I don't let

Cassian's pov I pretend to leave and stand in the hallway. Maya's leg bounces up and down her hands folding and unfolding on her lap. She grips the fleece of her sweater tighter with each minute and the need to console her claws but I stop myself.She doesn't want me anywhere near her.But I can't bring myself to leave just watching how scared she is. Her dad doesn't even mean anything to me and yet here I am waiting to see him through a heart surgery. Hours later a doctor comes out and she jumps to his arms. He towers over her, the dark blue scrubs he wears filling his broad shoulders screaming competence. His beard is neat, his confidence effortless. Maya jumps in his arms when he delivers the news, his hand lingering on the small of her back too long. His eyes darken, his expression unreadable except for the smug tilt of his lips. This is the guy she probably wants, one that saves lives not take them. A man who fits perfectly into her little medical world. My fists clench at th

Maya's povI secure the anesthesia mask over his mouth, adjusting the flow of sevoflurane. His eyelids flutter as the medication takes effect, and his grip on my arm tightens before it goes limp. I check his vitals — heart rate steady, oxygen saturation stable. He's under. The room is silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the monitors. My hands tremble slightly as I make the first incision. Focus Maya.You got this.A few hours later, I transferred him into the recovery bed, carefully repositioning his head. His breathing is even, but he hasn't woken up yet. I check his pupils with a penlight — reactive to light. That's a good sign, but still, my chest tightens. “He should be more responsive by now,” I mutter.His eyes flutter open, sluggish and unfocused. Relief washes over me, but it's short-lived. His skin is too pale his breathing too shallow.I shift a penlight into his left eye, gently lifting his eyelid. No clouding, no hemorrhaging. The cornea looks intact. The white dis