CASSANDRA
“Cassandra.” I could hear someone calling me again but it came from a different voice this time. I could also feel like I was being shaken a couple of times and when I opened my eyes, I was already in a different scene. Instead of Lucas, Austin was there in front of me, creasing his forehead in worried lines as he desperately called for my name. There were also beads of sweat falling all the way from my forehead down to my chin and every part of my face.
I stood up, catching my breath and gripping Austin's arms. “What the hell happened to you?”
I wasn’t able to talk back to him because, aside from the weak feeling that I’m currently having, I was also struggling, trying to breathe calmly. What did I just dream about? Why does it have to be Lucas Wilder of all people? Who will
