CHAPTER EIGHT
BEAUTIFUL CAGE.
~CASSIE’S POV~
The garden sat behind the west wing of the house, hidden, quiet, smelling like lavender and rosemary. No guards inside. Just the occasional servant trimming roses.
I sat on the edge of the fountain and pulled my knees up, resting my chin on them.
I let myself feel.
I thought of Lala. Probably at the beach, chasing boys, posting bikini selfies with dump captions.
I thought of my aunt and uncle. Were they sleeping fine? Eating well? Hating themselves for giving me up just like that without even putting up a fight.
Did they even care?
I missed my camera, the weight of it around my neck. I missed watching the sunrise from Palermo Cathedral, chasing lights, chasing angles.
I miss being seen. And most of all….I miss him. The one person I ha
