CASSANDRA POV
I don’t cry, I don’t scream. I don’t throw things, even though every instinct in me wants to tear something apart with my bare hands.
Instead, I sit, perfectly still, perfectly composed. The kind of composure that terrifies people who know me well, because it means I’ve already decided what to destroy. The television is muted, but the headline scrolling beneath the anchor’s mouth might as well be screaming.
ROBINSON HEIR ENDS ENGAGEMENT AMID RUMORS OF SECRET AFFAIR
Rumours, I laugh softly. They always call it rumours when the truth hasn’t been sharpened yet. My phone vibrates for the third time in under a minute. I don’t need to look to know who it is my mother, my publicist, my father’s chief of staff. Everyone suddenly so concerned, so urgent.
Too late, Alex Robinson h
