CASSANDRA’S POV:
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A dull, aching throb pulsed in my skull, heavy and relentless. My body felt weak, as if the very life had been drained from me. I could still remember it—the overwhelming surge of memories flooding my mind, crashing into me like a tidal wave I couldn’t outrun.
Faces. Voices. A name. And then… unbearable pain.
The last thing I remembered was the sharp, searing agony in my head—my vision turning white before everything faded into oblivion.
What just happened to me? How long have I been unconscious?
I almost opened my eyes, but then I heard voices nearby. Someone was speaking, their tone hushed yet firm. Instinct took over, and I remained still, faking unconsciousness.
Wait… just where am I exactly?
I had nothing to rely on but my other senses. I drew in a slow,
