CASSANDRA'S POV~
Ever since I woke up in this godforsaken cell, broken, cold, empty, a part of me died.
It wasn’t the pain in my skull from where Dario slammed his gun. It wasn’t even the cold metal bars or the soulless silence that stretched endlessly around me.
It was the memory.
The memory of Adriano, screaming my name like his soul was being torn from his body.
The memory of him throwing himself in front of a bullet… for me.
When he should’ve let me die.
He should’ve. After everything I did, the betrayal, the silence, the wedding dress stitched with guilt, I would’ve deserved it.
But he didn’t. That stupid man didn’t.
He took the bullet, groaned in pain, collapsed with blood pouring out of him and still he looked at me like I was the only thing he ever wanted to live for.
My
