Cruel Savior

GENEVIEVE’S POV

Cassian had always possessed an aura that naturally terrified lesser mortals. The chilling, immovable frost in his blue eyes as he held my gaze made the air inside my bedroom vanish. He waited for an answer to a question that had knocked the wind straight out of my lungs. The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. The fever medication I had just swallowed felt heavy