NOAH
The home gym was massive, a bright, echoing room that Cassian had sought out on the lower floor of the villa just because he couldn't stand the thought of resting like a normal human being.
Thick black mats covered the floor, and weights gleamed against the mirrors on the far wall. It was the kind of setup built by a man who didn't understand the concept of waiting for a doctor's permission.
I was tucked completely into the corner, swallowed by a low leather couch that felt entirely too expensive for a room meant for sweat.
In my hands, a large plastic cup held a peach lemonade, wildly sweet and bright in color... definitely not alcoholic, given that I still had to keep half an eye on the medical chart in my head... with a green straw that I kept bobbing up and down against the ice.
Next to my thigh sat a huge ceramic bowl piled high with sticky garlic chicken wings and a smaller bowl of salted popcorn.
