CASSANDRA'S POV~
The doctor had barely finished speaking when Adriano raised a hand, a silent dismissal that needed no words. Just like that, the man vanished out of sight.
I crumbled. My knees buckled and I dropped to the cold, sterile floor. My eyes stung like hell, my body trembled uncontrollably, and I couldn’t breathe right. My palms hit the tile, trying to steady myself as my throat worked around a sob that refused to stay down.
Adriano sighed—a sound too calm, too measured. I could feel his presence looming over me, the scent of expensive cologne and danger coiling in the air. He extended his hand to me, but I couldn’t take it. I wouldn't.
I kept my head down. My pride was shattered, but not dead.
“I know how to save you,” he said, voice low, smooth, and cruelly steady.
