CASSANDRA'S POV~
The ropes slipped.
At first, I thought I was imagining it, maybe just another cruel tease from my desperate mind. But when I twisted my wrist again and the fibers gave way with a dry snap, I froze.
Holy s**t.
I didn't wait. I struggled with what little strength I had, biting down hard as the rope burned my skin one last time before it finally tore free. It fell away, and I launched forward on weak, shaky legs.
My knees nearly buckled under me.
“Dario!” I gasped, dragging myself to his side where he lay half-conscious, groaning. His shirt was soaked… soaked… in blood. His hand was clamped tightly against the wound on his side, but it was useless. The blood wouldn’t stop.
I dropped to my knees beside him, my hands trembling so badly I couldn’t even apply pressure prop
