Chapter 2:The next three days followed a pattern. Sable would check on Dash twice a day, he'd flirt shamelessly despite being in pain, she'd shut him down and leave. But each visit lasted a little longer. Because despite everything, despite knowing who he was and what he did, Sable found him fascinating. He was intelligent. Darkly funny. He read actual books, classic literature, not the crime novels she'd expected. He asked about her work, her life, and actually listened when she talked. And the way he looked at her. Like she was the most interesting thing in his world. Like saving his life had created some kind of bond between them. It was intoxicating and dangerous and Sable knew she should stop visiting outside of medical necessity. But she didn't. On day four, she walked into his room to find him sitting up, looking much better. The color had returned to his face, his eyes were clear, and he was wearing actual clothes instead of a hospital gown. "You're looking better," sh
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