Evangeline noticed the paleness in Cassian's face and furrowed her brows.
She reached out to touch his arm but hesitated, her hand hovering awkwardly in the air. In a soft, cautious voice, she asked, "Are you feeling alright?"
Cassian's eyes flickered, avoiding hers.
'Should I tell her the truth? Should I admit that I have a condition? Should I tell her I can't touch any woman but her?'
Cassian inwardly scoffed at the thought. It was absurd even to him—there was no way Evangeline would believe that.
He turned his head slightly, deliberately avoiding her concerned gaze.
"I'm fine," he said dismissively, his voice stiff and fatigued, as though he were trying to mask his internal conflict.
Evangeline bit her lip, pulling her hand back, the sense that he was hiding something gnawing at
