CASSANDRA'S POV~
I didn’t even realize I was crawling back until my palms scraped against the cold floor, the back of my hand trembling as I reached behind me, inching away from him. My breath hitched before my spine slammed into the wall.
I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw ached, willing myself not to look afraid, still failing miserably.
He stood there, like a shadow peeled out from a nightmare. Watching me.
“What… what do you want from me?” I asked.
The man smiled.
No… grinned.
Two gold teeth gleamed when he flashed them, the corners of his mouth stretching too wide. He tapped his chin with his finger, mockingly thoughtful, like my question was cute.
“Let me see…” he drawled, dragging the words out. “What do I want from Cassandra?” His gaze slid down and back up, calculating. “So
