Cassandra POV.
I woke up the next morning, my head spinning. My eyes darted across the room, and I realized I wasn't dead. “I’m alive,” I muttered, firmly pulling the drip out of my hand.
“Be careful, don’t hurt yourself,” I heard Marcus’ voice from the corner of the room. I turned sharply toward him, and there he was, seated in a king-sized chair, looking like a demigod carved from a painting.
I quickly scanned the room again to grasp my surroundings. It sank in that I was in his room, on his bed. My mind began racing with thoughts about everything that had happened and what might have occurred while I was unconscious.
“Stop being delusional, Cassandra; I didn’t touch you,” he replied evenly, still not meeting my gaze.
“What am I doing here?” I demanded.
“You made an attempt on
