Chapter 82

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn low, dimming the space. The antique clock in the corner pointed to ten. After nearly sleeping the whole day away, the woman finally fluttered her lashes and slowly opened her eyes. Her head was pounding like it was splitting apart. Sabrina instinctively lifted a hand to press at her temple-only to wince as a sting hit the back of her hand. She looked down. The IV needle was still in. "Don't move," came a cold male voice. Her hand froze mid-air. She looked up and saw Cassian approaching with a glass of water in hand. He wore a navy sweater, grey slacks, and a pair of soft house slippers-casual, yet still effortlessly refined. As he leaned closer, Sabrina's body instinctively shifted back. He gave her a cool once-over, then reached out and flicked on the bedside lamp. Warm light spread between them. His eyes dropped, indifferent. "You passed out from low blood sugar. They had to put you on fluids." Sabrina sat there, slightly dazed, not saying a wor