"He already found her, but is not aware of it....yet." Father looked puzzled by his words, so he turned to me for help. I stood up, getting ready to call it a night before I'm placed in the middle of a conversation I'm not ready to have.
"That's it, I need to sleep in, Good night father, Night, Enzo." I walked away not bothered about their reply.
I walked back to the room, we had too much wine at the mini bar, and I wasn't drunk, but I wasn't entirely sober either. Cassandra sprawled on the bed, deep in sleep. I scooted her gently, wrapped my arms across her petite body, using the blanket to cover our bodies.
Around Midnight...…
"I swear it, I have no idea what happened to him....i…..I…..didn't kill…..him, I had nothing to do with it...please let me go.....Let ... .me go!!!!!!!!" She screamed out, waking up with a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
*CASSANDRA **
One week later.....
