Chapter Fifty-Two Cass Oliver held me in his arms. His steps were smooth as he walked down the darkened hallway. It felt like I was stuck inside of myself. Everything was blank and as much as I hated to admit it, it was nice. I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him. Letting it comfort me. There was the sharp scent of his natural musk, along with the salt of his sweat from training. The scent wasn’t bad. I just hadn’t expected him to smell so good, given that he’d been sweaty before dinner and now it was dried to his skin. He stopped, shifting me closer to his chest. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder as he bent down, opening the door to his room. It was dark, but he didn’t bother with the lights, stepping inside. He let the door swing shut behind us with a