NOAH
The world was a blur of steam and the scent of Cassian's expensive soap until I stepped out of the bathroom. Then, suddenly, the world was just him.
...
Cassian was still leaning close, his face only inches from mine. At this distance, the carefully maintained mask of the Wolfe empire was gone.
I could see every jagged detail of the price he'd paid to get me back. There was a dark, purplish bruise blooming along the line of his jaw and a sharp, angry cut bisecting his cheekbone. He was barely recovering from the accident and yet he got fresh injuries to be worried about because of me.
His eyes, usually so cold and piercing, were underlined with heavy, dark circles. But it was the expression in them that made my breath hitch, a raw, aching guilt that seemed to weigh more than the bandages wrapped around his torso.
