The sun was just beginning to rise, casting golden streaks across the packhouse, when I found myself standing in front of Cassandra’s former room. Though it had been only a day since she fled back to Silverclaw, her lingering presence made the air feel heavy and cold, as if her betrayal had seeped into the very walls.
I wasn’t sure what I was looking for in the remnants of what Cassandra had left behind. Maybe a clue about Darius’s plans or some piece of evidence that might shed light on how far his web of lies extended. All I knew was that I needed answers.
I pushed the door open, the faint creak of the hinges breaking the silence. The room was sparse, stripped of most personal items, but I could still feel Cassandra’s touch in the way the bed was neatly made, the curtains slightly aske
