Page 38 of The High Priestess

While Knight walks to the door and opens it, he mutters, “I’ll call Jasmine to take away the trays.”

It feels like my face is on fire as he leaves the room.

“Jesus,” I whisper, not sure what just happened.

Chapter 13

KNIGHT

Cassia has gotten a lot of rest over the past two days, and her color looks much healthier.

You’d think things would be better between us after she opened up to me, but it feels like she’s withdrawn again. I can’t figure out why.

There’s a crease between her eyes, and she looks deep in thought.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

She nods, then says, “I feel strong enough to leave the hospital. I need to get to work.”

“Okay.”

I get up from the armchair and head to the nurse’s station, where Jasmine is hunched over a computer while sipping on a cup of coffee.

“Cassia is ready to leave,” I inform her.

Jasmine startles so badly that the coffee goes flying to the left, and the pen hits me against the chest while she lets out a shrill shriek.

I catch the pen, and as I place it down on the counter, I say, “At least it wasn’t the coffee.”

“So sorry,” she apologizes while scrambling to clean the mess the coffee made.

“Will you let the doctor know?” I ask. I gesture at the spilled beverage. “Once you’re done.”

“Yes,” she replies breathlessly.

I walk back to the room, and when I open the door, which I don’t recall closing, it’s to see Cassia pulling her suit pants over her bare ass that’s plump as fuck.

I stop dead in my tracks.

Christ.

I should backtrack and shut the door, but the only muscle moving is my cock, which is hardening at the speed of fucking light.

Then she takes hold of the white hospital shirt and pulls it up her torso and over her head. Her hair falls over her shoulders, her olive toned skin smooth except for where the stitches were removed yesterday. The surgical mark is red and swollen in the middle of her lower back.

The bullet missed her spine by an inch.

She grabs her bra, and I get a glimpse of her left breast as she fastens the strap behind her back.

Fuck, she’s breathtakingly beautiful.

I watch as she adjusts her breasts in the cups, then my eyes lock on the scarred skin on her bicep.

Reverse and shut the door.

Instead of getting my ass out of the room and giving her privacy, my feet remain glued to the floor.

I hear footsteps coming down the hallway, and at the same time, Cassia glances over her shoulder. Her eyes flick to me, then they widen.

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