Page 40 of King of Sin
Not completely.
Just enough to leave the tiniest gap between her lashes.
Her heart beat a little faster as she listened.
"Ask the doctor to come back and check on her again."
Cassian's voice was rough.
Tight.
As though he were forcing himself to stay calm.
"I told you something is wrong with her."
A familiar sigh followed.
"She's fine."
Elias sounded exhausted.
"The doctor already examined her. All the tests came back normal."
A pause.
"You're overreacting."
"No, I'm not."
Cassian's reply came instantly.
Without hesitation.
Juliet frowned slightly.
That didn't sound like the Cassian she knew.
Curiosity got the better of her.
Carefully, she opened her eyes a fraction.
Just enough to see them without being noticed.
The moment her gaze landed on Cassian, she froze.
He looked terrible.
The tall man pacing across the room barely resembled the cold, powerful billionaire she knew. At six-foot-four, with broad shoulders, a powerful build, and ruggedly handsome features that carried unmistakable traces of his Asian heritage, Cassian had always possessed the kind of presence that drew attention the moment he entered a room. His striking black eyes usually held a cold, unreadable calm.
Not tonight.
His usually perfect black hair was messy, as though he had run his hands through it a hundred times. The sleeves of his expensive shirt were rolled up unevenly, and a fresh cut stretched along the side of his neck.
Bruises covered his knuckles.
And his hands—
Juliet's breath caught.
