Cassandra's POV
Priscilla's gaze was unsettling, worst, she saw me smiling for a split second. I immediately had this sick feeling in my stomach. The way she just stared, carrying emotions, is definitely not something a 14-year-old should. Like I was a thorn which should be removed from her sight immediately.
I buried my face on Alaric's shoulder, subconsciously taking in his scent, hoping it could calm the storm I felt inside. My hands silently trembled and he sensed the change.
"Did the pain worsen?" He patiently asked, his voice carrying this strong sense of concern that made my heart sting knowing I was playing him. I had to save myself.
I slowly shook my head snuggling closer. My mind drifted from Priscilla and rested on one fact, how I should get the hell out of this marriage. T
