CASSIA’S POINT OF VIEW.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Antov, my baby brother, asked as I strapped the last of my clothes properly into my bags before handing them over to our butler, who accepted them as if I had given him a sacred item. They knew better than to drop my things anyway.
“Yes, Antov.” I sighed, walking ahead without checking to see if he was following behind me. “I need to see this girl for myself.”
“I just think you should trust our bhrat.” [brother.] He sighed, and I almost screamed at him. No one understands… absolutely f*****g no one would ever understand just how I fuckin felt. Kirill and Antov thought they had the deepest relationship with our Tosha, but in hindsight, it was me.
Our deceased brother wasn’t crazy….he was just….damaged, and it’s because of the
