The room smelled like blood and rubbing alcohol.
I stood completely still, my eyes glued to the black thread moving through Cassian's skin. The doctor’s hands were steady, pulling the sharp needle up and down, fixing the deep gash on his ribs. Every time the needle pierced his flesh, the dark ink of his wolf tattoo shifted, but Cassian didn't even blink.
His hand was still wrapped around my wrist like an iron handcuff. His skin was scorching hot from the fever, his big fingers squeezing so hard my bones ached.
"You're hurting me," I whispered, trying to pull away.
Cassian didn't let go. His cloudy gray eyes stayed locked onto mine, ignoring the doctor completely. "If I let go, you'll run."
"I told you, I have nowhere to go," I snapped, glare meeting glare. "My dad's house is crawling
