Chapter 82

82.

Cyprian's POV

She was still unconscious.

The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the monitor and the occasional shuffle of nurses in the hallway. I sat in the chair beside her bed, elbows on my knees, hands clasped. My eyes hadn’t left her face.

Cassidy looked pale, and exhausted. But alive.

She was breathing. That was all I’d let myself focus on. Her chest rising, then falling, an