Unwanted Vulnerability

CASSIAN’S POV

The clinic smelled like bleach, sterile cotton, and fake citrus. I hated it. Places where control slipped from your hands and rested in the palms of strangers always made my skin crawl.

One second she had been swaying in that crowded corridor, and the next she was dead weight dropping toward the floor. The violent plunge in my chest when her eyes rolled back was a sensation I neve