CASSANDRA’S POV
The lingering warmth of Dylan still clung to me like the ghost of a dream—the way his arms had encircled me inside the Ferris wheel, the quiet hum of his breath near my ear, the fleeting press of his lips against mine. For a brief moment, we had existed outside of everything. No vampires. No werewolves. Just us.
But as we neared our apartment, the illusion shattered.
I stopped mid-step, my body tensing before I could even process why. Something was off. The door—left slightly ajar—swayed just barely in the breeze, a c***k of darkness stretching beyond it.
What the hell is going on? We didn’t leave the apartment open. I know we didn’t.
A sudden chill crawled up my spine, erasing the lingering warmth of the night in an instant. The air felt heavier, thick with something
