ating Cassandra from the security team and

e floor seemed to tilt

ller slipped. Her head lolled for

iron, hooked under her knees and another around her bac

hrough the thin fabric of his dress shirt, she felt the solid wal

his voice vibrating throug

instinctively clutched his lapel, bunching the expensive

en a recoil, a slap, or a push. Now, she was clin

the chair. The "princess carry" felt cliché, but in

open and carried her to the massive bed, laying her down with a su

took her wrist, checking her pulse. His thum

tered, more to himself than h

s of water, and held it to her lips. She d

ded, his voice los

ned to

t out. Her pinky fin

he exhaustion slurring her

Her finger was small, pale, wrapped around his sca

vy armchair from the corner, dragging it to the b

," he sai

the deepest sleep she had had

nscious is a

he memories of the warehouse resu

the bed, her brow

er sleep, her voice filled

ied in the pillow. T

dark, Kade hear

ll

tive warmth that had built up over t

e chair screeched

it was all a show. A performance to make him lower his guard. In

al blow to the gut, followed i

ked blearily into the darkness, seeing Kade's silhouette l

she wh

he room, his stride long and angry. The door sl

ir. She realized with a sinking heart

the pillows, star

t," she

od would. Tomorrow, she would have to burn the res