Chapter 11

Cassandra’s POV

“Was I supposed to let you bleed out on my couch?” I ask him, he seems to consider the question then shrugs. He groans and stands up.

He looks around my living room, “Cozy,” he says before turning around, “You got anything in your kitchen?” he asks already walking towards the kitchen.

I quicky follow him, he is injured yet he manages to eat up the floor in long strides, “What happened last night?” I say slamming my fridge shut when he opens it.

He raises a brow and gestures down at his body, “What does it look like?”

I place myself between him and the fridge before he has a chance to open it again, folding my arms I say, “I need a less vague answer.”

He looks down at me, a smirk playing on his bruised lips. He suddenly leans forward, completely entering my personal space. I squeak in surprise and his smirk only gets deeper, he leans his face close enough for me to hear his ragged breath, “That’s all I can give you princess,” he whispers softly and his breath tickles my