**Cassandra POV…**
I stormed into the mansion, my determination for answers burning brightly. The unsettling feeling gnawing at my gut had to be addressed, and I wouldn’t let it sly any longer. As expected, I found Marcus in the living room, casually sipping wine, completely unfazed. The sight ignited a surge of rage within me—his nonchalance regarding my escape was infuriating. I had come to confront him and get the truth, and I wasn’t leaving without it.
I marched toward him, tossing the book from his hands to the floor. My voice was steady as I demanded his attention. A smirk crept across his lips as he shifted his gaze from the fallen book to me.
“Welcome home. I thought you wouldn’t be back so soon; I was starting to get worried about your absence,” Marcus said with feigned concern
