A Court of please let this be the book storyline

Nesta PoV

    I woke this morning to someone banging on my door. I turned to look over to where the no name had passed out the night before, but he was gone.

Good. I slowly dragged myself up, ignoring the knocks as I walked to the kitchen, needing coffee.

     I spent maybe about ten minutes making the coffee when the door burst open. Funny, I thought I had a spell on it. I turned my back, not wanting

to know who it was. I poured myself a cup slowly, and when I had finished, my back still to them, I finally heard a voice. "Nesta. You're alive." I rolled

my eyes, automatically recognizing his voice.  I slowly turned to face Cassian, schooling my face to seem unaffected. "You owe me a new door." I said,

voice quiet but not soft. 

"Maybe I'll get you a new door, maybe I won't."

"Maybe you'll get me a new door if you enjoy the use of your favorite part."

"Is that an offer?"

"It's a threat."

    I sighed, moving to walk into the living room when he blocked my way, smirking.

"What do you want, Cassian? Just leave me be."

"I have a proposition for you."

"Which is?"

"Come to the camps with me. Just for a few months. Elain thinks it'll help."

"I don't need help."  I say with a sigh, turning my head away from him, trying not to show my anger. Who are they to think I need help?!

        His eyes soften as he steps back, looking me up and down. Noticing the bones popping out where they shouldn't be. The circles under my eyes.

"You don't need help?" He says, killing calm spreading into his voice. "You are a bag of bones, Nesta. Your scent is gone, even though that shouldn't be

possible. Your eyes look like you've gotten into fights, but I know better because we would have heard word of the fights. You sit around, getting drunk 

and getting fucked, but you don't need help?" He says, eyes speaking more. His eyes simply say that he sees me and cares. He wants to help.

    "I'll consider your offer. Now fix my door and leave."