Chapter 209
Trista's POV
It was 2:30 AM when my IV finally ran dry.
Cassian hit the call button for the healer, and only then did I force my heavy eyelids open.
When he instinctively reached out to help press the cotton ball over the injection site, I shifted my weight, coldly dodging his touch. I held it down myself, watching the tiny bead of blood soak into the cotton.
Cassian froze, his body stooped awkwardly over the bed. Those massive hands—hands that controlled an entire territory—hung uselessly in mid-air.
He looked at me, his deep, dark eyes searching mine. His Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled to force a sentence out of his dry throat.
"Does it still hurt?" he whispered.
The second the words were out, I felt his pheromones spike.
He was drowning in guilt.
He knew bette
