DON'S POV
Cassandra's voice echoed through the corridor like she had been personally hired to make sure nobody in the mansion slept past dawn.
"What the hell is wrong with that bitch" I said still listening to it with the detached patience of a man cataloguing information before deciding what to do with it.
I noticed a flicker of amusement on Eliana's face, though she didn't say anything. Her eyes were at the window with an expression I had seen on her face on countless occasions.
"Stay here," I said.
She didn't respond. I rose and moved toward the door.
The corridor was already populated with the particular kind of stillness that formed when a group of people had heard something alarming and collectively decided that someone else should be the first to respond to it.
