Azalea
It finally dawned on me. The car accident wasn’t a coincidence. It was planned.
Someone had tried to kill me with that car, and when Cassian saved me, they came to the hospital to finish the job.
Someone wanted me dead. Someone had been watching me, following me, and planning my death. And they wouldn’t stop until they succeeded.
But who? And why? I was just a hotel cleaner. I had no money, no power, no enemies. What could anyone possibly want from me?
I looked at Cassian, lying unconscious in the hospital bed. Now he was in danger too, just because he had tried to protect me. I had brought this trouble into his life.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, taking his hand. “I’m so sorry I got you involved in this.”
But even as I apologized, I knew I couldn’t leave him alone. If that ma
