Chapter 48
Third Person's POV
The revolving door of the Royal Healing Institute's clinic tower slowly released figures. The silver-leaf purification pattern on the doorframe still faintly glowed.
Samantha clutched her bag and cautiously descended the steps.
She looked up, meeting Cassian's profile—his face was heavy, like it was weighed down by the shadow of a stone circle. His aura was tightly suppressed, yet it still cast a cold, hard edge in the heat wave.
"Cassian," she spoke first, her voice tinged with guilt. "Should I go explain things to your mate? Maybe it would be easier, since we are both women."
His gaze finally fell on her, but his tone was flat. "No need. You don't understand her temper."
The rejection was sharp, leaving no room for argument. Samantha didn't press the
