Enzo's POV
The day had been long too many patients, too many voices, too much of everything. All I wanted was to see Alaric waiting for me at the curb like he always did, that quiet certainty grounding me after hours of chaos.
But when the hospital doors slid open and the evening air brushed against my face, my steps faltered.
It wasn't Alaric standing there.
Cassian leaned casually against the sleek black car, his arms folded, a half-smile playing on his lips as if he'd been waiting forever and wasn't in the least bit bothered. His presence drew more than a few curious stares from the people leaving the hospital be had that same otherworldly aura as Alaric, but his felt… different. Lighter. More teasing than commanding.
I blinked, momentarily stunned, before walking toward him. "Cassian? What are you doing here? Where's Alaric?"
