Page 39 of The High Priestess

I turn my head and seeing Dr. Anthony, I step backward and yank the door shut.

My voice is hoarse as fuck as I say, “Give Cassia a minute.”

The man smiles politely at me. “I’m glad she took some time to heal. She needs to take it easy, though. Don’t let her do anything strenuous for at least another two weeks.”

As I nod, the door swings open and Cassia glares at me, but then she notices Dr. Anthony before she can lay into me.

Her tone is tense as she says, “Morning, Doctor.”

“Morning. I hear you’re leaving us today?”

“Yes. I feel much better.” She moves backward so Dr. Anthony can walk into the room.

I stay out in the hallway while he checks her chart before writing something on it.

“I’ll have pain medication delivered to your house. Use it when you have pain,” he tells her.

“Okay.”

“I’ll need to see you for a check-up.”

“I’ll see if I can make time. I’m going to be really busy,” she says.

Dr. Anthony nods. “If you can’t come see me, then at least have another doctor check you.”

She nods, then holds out her hand. I watch as she lifts her chin when she shakes the man’s hand, and I realize she does it to appear taller.

“Thank you for everything,” she murmurs while giving him a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, which are much darker than usual.

Is she scared of the man? Because that’s the only time I’ve seen her eyes darker.

I tilt my head as I glance between her and Dr. Anthony, who’s walking toward me.

He gives me a smile before heading down the hallway.

I turn my attention back to Cassia, only to be met by an angry glare.

“Don’t ever come into a room while I’m getting dressed,” she hisses.

Knowing it was wrong of me to do, I own up to my mistake and say, “I’m sorry.”

I notice her cheeks are flushed, and her anger gives way to an embarrassed look.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she hesitates for a moment before asking, “Did you see anything?”

When I stare at her too long without replying, she starts to look downright mortified.

Is she self-conscious?

Nah, someone with her body can’t possibly be self-conscious.

Unable to lie to her, I nod.

Her eyes widen, and she practically squeaks, “A lot?”

When I nod again, she turns away from me while letting out a groan. “Oh God.” She lifts a hand, brushing her palm over her forehead and hair while muttering, “I’m just going to die now.”

Wanting her to feel better, I say, “For what it’s worth, you have a sexy ass.”

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