CASSANDRA’S POV
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“No…” The word barely escaped my trembling lips, a whisper of disbelief as my hands, seemingly guided by some force beyond my control. My pulse hammered in my ears, a deafening drumbeat that matched the thunder in my chest, each beat louder than the last.
I hesitated, the touch igniting something deep within me. As my senses and vision slowly returned to normal, I realized with growing shock that the body I was clinging to was not as fragile as I had expected.
With unsteady hands, I fumbled at the rough knots, my fingers slipping against the coarse fabric. My breath was shallow, my heart pounding as I worked to loosen them.
For a moment, I hesitated—dread curling in my stomach—but then, with a sharp tug, I yanked the sack away.
The world around me seemed to diss
