CASSANDRA
The next day in the lab, I was hard at work when I realized Becky was staring at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, and I smoothed my hair down. “Is my hair sticking straight up or something? Do I have something in my teeth?”
“No, no,” Becky assured me, but her expression said otherwise. “Did you have some trouble sleeping last night?”
“How did you know?” I wondered.
“Your eyes are swollen,” my assistant pointed out gently. Heat spread to my cheeks, and I took my protective goggles off. I was hoping it wasn’t that noticeable, but apparently, that wasn’t the case.
After I’d gotten Finnick to sleep, I’d gone to my own bed and cried into the early hours of the morning. Hearing about Marco and the way Asher had used him to mourn my loss had been such a heavy burden to learn about, an
