CASSANDRA
“Isn’t it funny? When I thought I could trust anyone I wanted just because they helped me once?” I uttered as I let out an annoying laugh. It was almost sunset, but we were both still inside this bar, still facing each other, even though we were just talking about ungrateful things over and over again.
“I can see what the problem is now, and that’s why it is me,” I breathed. Ever since I have learned that the person who killed my parents was actually that jerk, I can’t help myself from thinking how dumb I am to fall into that dirty trap.
“You were never a problem, Cassandra. Ashford is.” Wilder disagreed. “He was the reason why we’re here in this present situation.”
During that moment, he had his eyes locked on a glass of hard drink. He wasn’t even drinking at all. He sounde
