Cassian killed Lavinia, I was sure of it. Nobody is going to tell me otherwise.
I had no one to tell. No one to talk to. About my theory. About what he said. They would think I had gone mad.
Maybe I have gone mad. But the pieces were starting to fit together, but the more I thought about it, the more terrified I became. Cassian had a way of keeping everyone around him in check, controlling them with an iron grip that didn’t falter. But this…this was different. This was murder. And if he had killed Lavinia, what would stop him from doing the same to me?
I spent the next few days in a haze, my mind swirling with a thousand thoughts. The castle felt like a prison, every corner hiding shadows that I couldn’t trust. Every time I passed a servant, I felt their eyes on me, judging, questionin
