NOAH
As I took the dryer and began to work through the wet strands with the warm air, I saw him pull out his phone.
"I need cold medication," he said into the receiver, his voice brook no argument. "Decongestant, cough syrup, throat lozenges. Everything you have in the pharmacy. Send it up now."
I focused on the heat of the dryer, the loud whirring of the motor providing a temporary shield for my thoughts. Cassian didn't leave. He stood by the door, watching me with a gaze that felt like a physical barrier between me and the rest of the world.
"Come on," Cassian said once I'd finished, gesturing toward the living area. "Food should be here."
I followed him out of the bedroom, my feet feeling heavy in the oversized sweatpants I was still clutching with one hand. I could have worn my own clothes but I didn't want to. Cyan was right, Cassian's clothes were better.
We rounded the corner into the living room, and I stopped dead in my tracks.
My mouth literally fell open.
