Cassandra's POV
We both stared at each other for a long moment. My wet clothes clung to my skin, my hair completely drenched and dripping all over. To say I was cold and shivering...while dear little Priscilla was still a frozen ghost.
Her mouth hung open while she struggled to find the words to say as her eyes anxiously continued darting around as if an excuse was etched on my face.
I smiled at her, the polite knowing kind. "I didn't know your bedroom was moved into Alaric's private study.." My brows furrowed as I stared around oblivious
"I am not sure you shouldn't be here or going through his desk. I am certain which wasn't left open." I chimed. Her face scrunched up into a very ugly expression. She was bent over at his desk, her hand was dipped into a locked drawer.
"It was lef
