The moon cast long shadows across Cassie's chamber as she sat by her window, staring into the darkness.
Sleep had become a stranger to her since Jamie's confession.
Every sound made her jump, every shadow seemed to hide a threat from her.
A little tap on the glass shot her back into consciousness.
She turned, barely breathing.
And there, just outside her second-story window, was someone floating like some vengeful ghost.
Daisy.
Her face was as pale as the moon, her eyes lit up with pure hate, practically pressed into the glass.
“Hello, Cassie,” Daisy said. Her voice came through muffled, but Cassie heard it clear as day. “We need to talk.”
Her hands started to shake. She backed up. “Get out! Guards!”
Daisy actually laughed, the sound was so cold it could’ve frozen the air. “S
