CASSIAN (tw: suicidal thoughts)
My head was resting right there on Cyan's lap, his soft fingers still lingering against my jawline where he'd traced.
That single, broken sentence hung in the air between us, heavy and ominous.
The whiskey in my gut turned to lead. The fog of my own grief over Noah instantly fractured, shattering against the raw reality of the man holding me.
"What's the problem?" I asked, my voice dropping into a harsh, protective whisper. I kept my head right where it was on his lap, looking up into his haunted eyes. "Tell me. Is it happening again?"
Cyan froze. His fingers stopped moving against my jaw.
He looked away, staring down at the floorboards, his throat working as he swallowed hard.
He hesitated... a long, agonizing pause where neither of us breathed.
