Cassandra's POV
Sleep did not come easily.
I lay in the dark and stared at the ceiling and turned the evening over and over in my head, looking at it from every angle the way you do when something does not add up and you cannot figure out which part is wrong. Sebastian had been almost normal. Almost human, which was a strange thing to think about someone who was technically neither. He had asked about my sleep. He had listened to me talk about my father with an expression I could not entirely read.
And then he had reached for my face and pulled himself back, and the reaching had undone something in me that I was still trying to undo back.
I was up before seven.
Mira found me in the east corridor just after breakfast, carrying a stack of folded linens and looking like she had been hopi
