CASSANDRA’S POV
I could hear incoherent words in the background that made my head throb with a headache. A faint hiss escaped my lips, my eyes squinted before I stirred awake blinded by the bright lights.
For a moment, I couldn’t tell where I was. The bright white ceiling above and the strong scent of antiseptic all felt foreign.
My throat felt dry, my voice barely a whisper. “Where... am I?”
No one heard my call. A sharp commanding voice cut my voice. Through the haze, I turned my head weakly toward the door. The muffled argument grew clearer.
My eyes stared wide open at the tall figure standing at the door.
“Get out, Sinclair.” Alaric snapped. My heart skipped. What was he doing here?
“She’s my fiancée, I have every right to see her!” Sinclair’s voice cracked with anger. He was
