Cardan
I don’t like it.
Any of it.
And it sucks so damn bad that what I do or don’t like when it comes to this woman doesn’t f*****g matter.
I feel the bitterness clawing at my chest as I watch her watch him. As I watch her watch him the way she’s watching him.
My hands curl into fists at my sides. “What are you doing?”
Natalia jumps back in her seat, her startled expression meeting mine across the room. `
“Cardan,” Her voice is strained but low. She’s trying not to disturb him.
And goddess, if it doesn’t agitate me further.
“What are you doing here?” She whispers.
My gaze slides to the man lying on the hospital bed, and you know what, I can't help but notice how close her seat is placed to his bed.
He’s watching me with a half-lidded stare, and I’m almost surprised he’s awake.
