CASSANDRA’S POV
Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the floor. Dust still hung in the air, catching in the sunlight, remnants of the destruction I had caused.
The silence was suffocating.
I sat motionless on the edge of the bed, my fingers trembling against the wrinkled fabric of my wedding gown. Sleep had been fleeting—if I had slept at all. My body still felt raw, charged, as if the power I had unleashed last night hadn’t fully settled back into me.
Then my gaze drifted to the wall.
A jagged c***k ran through it, splintering out like a wound refusing to heal.
The sight of it sent a sharp pang through my chest.
Dylan still wasn’t here.
The space he had once occupied felt too empty, too still, and for the first time since last night, I h
