Dante's pov
Cassidy must know something. That's why she's acting strange and asking a lot of questions. I'm sure she followed me last night; there's no doubting it.
She must be scared. Scared people fidget, they lie, their fear shows up in emotional outbursts, and they can't bridle their tongues. But Cassidy shouldn't worry, I'll shut her up.
She has been in her room all day, so I go in to meet her. I knock a couple of times, but she doesn't reply, so I push open the door and go in.
The room is shrouded in darkness despite the midday sun. She's lying on the bed under the sheets with her back turned to me.
Her voice comes out low and firm. "What do you want?"
"I haven't seen you since breakfast so I decided to come and check on you."
Her silence reflects her anger. I need to se
