Azalea

“Consider yourself lucky, honey,” he beamed. He was still talking to me when someone knocked on the door.

“Come in,” he called, instantly switching back to his composed businessman persona.

“Mr. Caelian,” a man in a white coat said as he entered. A doctor.

“Come here,” Cassian commanded me.

When I didn’t move, he added, “I guess my previous punishment wasn’t clear enough.”

The threat in his voice made me scramble to my feet ...