Skipping a shift
Cassie’s POV
The worst place to be right now was in the hospital, stitching a wound on some guy’s arm, my hands shaking as I fumbled the needle. I couldn’t focus, not when every tick of the clock in the corner mocked me, counting down the minutes to Troy’s date with Daphne at Funz Palace.
It was 5:45 p.m., and I was still trapped in the emergency ward, the air thick with antiseptic and the wail of monitors. Penelope’s shadow loomed over me, her eyes like a hawk’s, like she knew I was itching to bolt. My wolf growled, restless, clawing at my insides, desperate to break free and ruin Daphne’s perfect night.
“You stitched that wound poorly,” Penelope snapped, her voice cutting through the chaos, her clipboard clutched like a weapon.
I groaned, my hands pausing, the need
