Cassandra.
“Let me go!” I pushed at his chest. “Open the damn door, you can't keep me in here!”
“Yes, I can.” He rumbled, those blue eyes darkened with anger as he glared down at me.
My heart was slamming so hard in my chest I could feel it echo in my skull. My vision was a little blurry from all the alcohol, but I wasn't stupid or too disoriented to see what had happened. And at the same time, I was so scared of the man looming over me, trapping me with my back against the door.
He was stained with blood. Nathan's blood. All over him. His fists, his shirt, his skin. He looked like an absolute monster, and chill rans down my spine. Because I realized I don't really who Zane was, and tonight was a testament of that.
“What is wrong with you?!” I screamed. “You could have murdered him!
