CASSANDRA'S POV~
I didn’t sleep much that night.
I lay with my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling in the dim room, wondering what the hell had gotten into Adriano. One moment he was kissing me like I was air, and the next, he was pacing the room like he was seconds from burning it all to the ground. His touch had been... different. Possessive, yes. Obsessive, absolutely. But pissed off and jealous? That was a deadly cocktail I’d only ever seen in him when I spoke to another man—especially one he didn’t like.
And lately, he didn’t seem to like anyone with a Y chromosome.
Still, I didn’t know for sure what had triggered him tonight, and I didn’t ask. I just let my thoughts blur into sleep at some point, too tired to care, but with a strange ache sitting on my chest like a quiet weigh
