**2 weeks later…**
**Cassandra's POV**
Why does Marcus keep bringing up the discussion over my late parents? His persistent questions are starting to irritate me. I was only 10 when they died, and I don’t have all the details—those memories are just too vague.
I’ve tried to piece together what happened that day, but it’s frustrating to realize that I can’t recall anything. Lately, I’ve also been plagued by strange dreams that I can’t quite explain, no matter how hard I dig for answers.
“They you are; I thought you might have escaped again,” Marcus said, interrupting my thoughts as I turned to face him. He looked dead- gorgeous. But I knew there was a manic obsession lurking beneath that charming face.
“You should be worried on yourself Marcus, instead of worrying about me,” I replied
