Cassandra’s POV
“It’s to help suppress your… other side,” she said carefully, her eyes flicking to the brothers behind me.
Her words sent a cold chill through me. “Suppress?”
“It’s just to help, Cassandra,” she said, her tone soft but firm. “I need you to trust me.”
Trust her? I wanted to scream.
She’s my mom. Of course, I trust her. But let’s be real. If anyone was asked to blindly take something that looked as weird as that, they’d definitely run for their lives.
Plus, how could I really trust anyone when I felt like my whole life was spinning out of control?
My gaze dropped to the bowl again, and unease churned in my gut. The brothers stood silently behind me, their presence suffocating. I could feel their eyes on me, waiting, judging.
“What’s in it?” I asked, stalling for time
