CASSANDRA
I didn’t bother to shower, I dashed out of my bedroom, my heart racing.
“Repeating history…leave before it’s too late.” Those words kept echoing in my head like distasteful music.
The hallways felt longer than usual, and I kept looking around to make sure I wasn’t being followed.
I went from seeking answers to getting more questions. Whoever wrote that note—whoever drugged me—had been in this house, close enough to touch me, close enough to move me to my room without anyone noticing!
Shit. Just the mere thought sent shivers down my spine. Who could it be? Devika? Anna? Mariam?
Those were the only names I knew in the house aside from Marco and Nathan. But why? What could be their reason? Or was this Devika’s scheme to scare me away?
My palms were sweating, my body felt hot,
