CASSANDRA'S POV~
I don’t remember walking.
I don’t remember thinking.
I was just… moving. One foot in front of the other, barely feeling the pavement under me, rain dripping from my hair to my spine, soaking me to the marrow.
I wasn’t even a person anymore—just a walking bruise of disappointment, betrayal, and cold.
And then—
Bright lights flared ahead.
A sleek black Bentley cut through the darkness like something out of a dream—or maybe a nightmare, I wasn’t sure yet—and came to a smooth, silent stop just a few feet in front of me.
I froze.
My heart stuttered. Hard.
The driver’s door opened first. One of Adriano’s bodyguards stepped out, immediately raising a large black umbrella like it was part of a damn ritual. The other man, just as large and terrifying, moved around to the
