Third Person's POVLate at night, Cassian fought through the stabbing pain in his fractured leg, moving with agonizing care to avoid his injuries as he lifted Trista from the sofa.She was curled up in her sleep, looking small. Even in her dreams, her brow was furrowed—a lingering defense against his Alpha presence.He carefully tucked her into the hospital bed, which was filled with her soothing herbal scent. Then, he sat by her side, his large hand tightly enveloping her cool one.He sat like that for a long time, watching her, greedily drinking in the scent that finally made his soul feel at peace.The next morning, the first rays of sunlight cut through the L.A. fog. Trista woke up as her mental senses began to stir.Cassian caught the shift immediately. "The packhouse just sent breakfast. Come eat," he said, his voice deep.Trista finished getting ready and walked over, her amber eyes flicking toward his bandaged leg."So, you're really checking out today?" she asked, her voice s
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