{Ryanna’s POV}
I didn’t even care how long Casper had been sitting there when I opened my eyes again. The light had shifted, dimmer now, casting a long shadow across the floor between us.
I cleared my throat from a constant dryness which drinking water didn’t fix.
"So, you're spending time with him now?" I asked, voice trembling with rage.
Casper's jaw tensed. "He saved your life."
I scoffed, sitting up slowly as braced myself against the bed, despite the protest of my sore limbs. "Don’t tell me that earns him redemption, Casper!"
"He didn’t have to. He could’ve let that assassin finish you. By the moon, he could have killed both of us. But he didn’t."
"That doesn’t make him good, Casper. It just makes him calculated. Manipulative or worse."
His arms folded across his chest as he
