Cassandra

I watched on as Gabriel pace around the small hospital room like a caged predator, his protective instincts running so high I felt I could practically see them in form of waves. Samantha sat in the bed, her arms crossed, her expression somewhere between gratitude for his concern and frustration at being treated like fragile glass.

"I'm fine," she said for what had to be the fifth time in the last ten minutes. "The poison is out of my system. I feel perfectly normal...better than ...