CASSANDRA
That voice… deep, coarse, and gravelly. It was the kind of voice with a texture, one that was impossible to forget. It had been lingering in my mind for the past five years, playing in a loop in my nightmares.
For a moment, I tried to convince myself that I was making it up, because there was no way it was possible to hear that same voice in the present day, here in my chamber.
What was going on here?
I’d always had a sneaking suspicion that it’d been Margaret who’d wanted me to die in the inferno. She had always disliked me and sought out any reason to keep me away from the royal family.
And yet, there were some factors that didn’t make that possible. Margaret didn’t have the right to instruct soldiers. No one could, in fact, aside from their leader, the Alpha King. Not onl
