Marcus POV
I gazed at Cassandra's sleeping figure on the bed, I quietly slipped out of the room. There was no denying it—I craved her touch.
She was meant to be my key to freedom, yet here I was, realizing that I was undeniably falling for her.
For the first time in a long while, I felt a hidden fear gnawing at me. I refused to let go of her. When I learned she had run away, a surge of unease washed over me, but I was determined not to allow anyone to have control over my heart again, just as my brother did.
My thoughts turned to him, and a smirk crept onto my lips. “Bernard!” I muttered under my breath. The anger and rage within me surged, a storm brewing that words couldn’t capture. It was a foolish mistake to let my guard down, and now I was paying dearly for it.
Suddenly, I snap
