Chapter 101

Ryker's POV

Cassidy wouldn’t stop fussing. Her fingers were gentle but insistent as she dabbed at my shoulder with a cloth, her brows knitted in that way that always made my chest ache. The cut was nothing now—already closed, just a streak of dried blood left as evidence. But she hovered like it still hurt.

“Cassidy,” I murmured, my hand closing gently around her wrist just as she reached to press