Chapter 18

When Sabrina walked into the room, Cassian had already stripped off his clothes. He was half-naked, his muscular arms looking insanely strong, just glancing at him from across the room felt suffocating. The wound on his shoulder had split open again, dirt clinging to the blood that dripped down his back-it looked pretty nasty. "You're hurt. You need to get that checked at the hospital," Sabrina reminded him. Cassian didn't even look at her. His eyes were cold as ever, and he turned around straight into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Sabrina was annoyed with herself-why the hell did she go soft for him again? It's not like she invited him to charge at her. The fact that he got stabbed was straight up karma for acting like a jerk. She stared at the tightly shut bedroom door before sighing and walking into the bathroom, locking it behind her and enjoying a long, hot shower. The warmth washed away all the fatigue and cold. Once she was finally clean, she felt like she'd come ba