The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and fresh flowers that had been delivered by the dozens from supporters. Cassian lay propped up in bed, his shoulder heavily bandaged, while Sera sat curled beside him on the narrow mattress, her head resting on his uninjured side.Three days had passed since the shooting. Three days of statements, interviews, and waiting for the other shoe to drop.“You’re staring again,” Cassian murmured, his voice still rough from pain medication.Sera lifted her head and looked at him. Even pale and injured, he was devastatingly handsome. “I almost lost you. I’m allowed to stare.”His hand slid down her back, slipping under the oversized shirt she wore — one of his — and cupped her bare ass. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to demand the doctor discharge me early.”Sera smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She straddled his lap carefully, mindful of his wound, and leaned down to kiss him. The kiss started soft but quickly deepened, full of re
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