Chapter 41

Sabrina took a couple of sips with his help, and though she felt a little better, her head was still pounding-so bad she didn't even want to move. Cassian laid her gently back against the pillow. This usually feisty little wildcat of a woman now looked completely drained, like she had no fight left in her-just lying there like a rag doll. Seeing her lie there quietly curled up, he turned around, grabbed the intercom off the wall, and called the cockpit. "Head back," he ordered. Without wasting a second, he speed-walked into the bathroom. The sour stench on his body had pushed his patience to the edge way too many times already. As the sound of rushing water filled the room, Sabrina looked through the frosted glass at the silhouette inside. He was tall, with broad shoulders. Annoying temper aside, she couldn't deny that lying against his chest always gave her this weird sense of safety. But the moment she was fully conscious, that idea felt ridiculous-how could someone like him make her