— CASSIAN
She looked at me like I was death itself.
Good.
She should be afraid.
But even as the thought formed, I hated it.
Because the truth was, I didn't want her afraid of me. I wanted her to look at me the way she had in the snow—like I was worth saving.
Like I was human.
"Get out," she said. Her voice shook but held.
I pushed off the doorframe. Took a step into the room.
"No."
"I said get out."
"And I said no." Another step. Pain lanced through my abdomen. I didn't let it show. "This is my house. I go where I want."
"Then I'll leave."
She moved toward the door. I blocked her path.
"You're not leaving."
"Watch me."
She tried to push past. I caught her wrist.
The contact sent electricity through my veins. Her pulse hammered beneath my fingers, fast and wild.
"Let go,"
