Chapter Six: Faking Identity
Cassandra Later That Night
“Why did you pull me away like that?” Cassandra asked quietly as Bosco closed her hotel room door.
“You were being watched.”
“By who?”
He hesitated.
“Jason.”
Cassandra’s heart plummeted.
“No,” she whispered. “He didn’t recognize me.”
“He recognized something.” Bosco’s voice was rough. “Your son is too much like him. One look is all he needs.”
Cassandra sank onto the edge of the bed, trembling.
“What do I do?” she whispered.
Bosco crouched before her. “You stay away from him. You stay close to me. And you leave with me the moment this holiday ends.”
She looked up at him, eyes shining with fear. “Bosco… will he find out?”
Bosco’s expression darkened, shadowed with a truth he couldn’t yet tell her.
“Yes, I will personally
