Blake’s POV
Everything slowed down as I watched her sway. One moment Cassie was standing there, fury and frustration painted across her face; the next, her eyes rolled back as her knees buckled.
I bolted across the room without thinking, vaulting over the coffee table in a single bound. Pure instinct drove me as I lunged forward, my arms stretching out to catch her before she could hit the hard tile floor. I got there just in time, sliding one arm beneath her shoulders while the other caught her behind her knees.
She collapsed against me, completely limp, her head falling against my chest. The weight of her in my arms felt familiar but not. This was Cassie’s body, but something about the way she fit against me felt different than before.
“Cassie,” I said sharply, lowering myself to one
