CHAPTER TEN
Cassie woke before her alarm went off. She was sweating, curled in a ball and huddled under the duvet. She guessed she’d roused herself from a nightmare. Looking up, she saw the bedroom door was closed. She remembered it being wide open, but that must have been part of her dream. Pierre had definitely closed it when he left.
Thinking of Pierre brought last night’s violent scenario rushing back to her. The way Margot had been trying to scream. And the thudding—what had that been? Had she been struggling to get free from her ties?
Preoccupied with Margot’s aggression and the children’s willful behavior, she hadn’t thought much about Pierre. From his behavior, she’d guessed him to be moody, controlling, somewhat of a perfectionist. She’d never dreamed that he had a darker side
