Chapter 36: Not Worth My Time
(Mars Blake’s POV)
Marina lay against the plush pillows of her healing cot, her scowl deeper than the shadows crawling across the den’s walls. Her foot, wrapped tightly in layers of gleaming silver-threaded bandages, sat elevated like a noble declaration of her suffering.
She had insisted on the best materials, though none of us were foolish enough to think even those could reverse Cassandra’s precise work without her consent.
I stood at the edge of her cot, towering over her, my arms crossed. My mate, still fuming over what she labeled my “cowardice,” had long since left the room.
That suited me just fine. This conversation needed no additional voices, especially one so blind to what was at stake.
"I should’ve crushed her before she touched me," M
