CASSANDRA'S POV
My hand was already on the doorknob. Cold. Heavy.
I had twisted it halfway, just enough to hear the faint creak from the hinges, when I heard a voice behind me…
“Cassandra, wait—!”
Dylan.
I froze. My breath hitched. Then, before I could even turn fully, I felt his hand wrap around my arm and pull me back hard.
No, don’t.
I spun around to face him, my heart suddenly thudding in my ears. “What are you doing, Dylan?”
I asked, but he didn’t answer.
He just stood there, his hand still clutching my arm, eyes flickering with something… I guess it’s panic? Guilt?
The silence between us stretched too long. Too loud.
His hesitation was louder than any words he could’ve spoken. He was hiding something.
And whatever it was... it seems that it was behind that door. He wasn’
