CASSANDRA’S POV
Sunlight was already sneaking in through the curtains, warm and drowsy against my face, when I felt someone shaking me, urgent, insistent.
At first, I resisted, trapped in that heavy, velvety sleep that clings like fog. My limbs felt weighted, my mind sluggish. I thought maybe it was just part of a dream… until the pressure on my shoulder grew firmer.
“Cassandra… hey, Cassandra. Wake up.” The voice was low but familiar. I groaned and turned over, still half-tangled in the sheets.
“Dylan?” My eyes blinked open, heavy with sleep.
Why is he waking me up already?
He stood at the edge of the bed, fully dressed, a worn-looking backpack slung over one shoulder. His jaw was clenched, eyes unreadable, and his entire body seemed to hum with a quiet, restless tension, like a wir
