Dahlia’s POV,
It’s been two days since the camp ended and I’ve returned back to my normal life. Right now I’m sitting in a restaurant with Tristian, listening to him as he explained why he had been keeping Cassandra a secret from me. But nothing he has said has really made logical sense for me. I honestly don’t see any need for Tristian to had kept cassandra away from me for good five years. It only means one thing. He doesn’t deem me fit to know about his circular life aside this revenge course we’ve been pursuing.
“Trust me I never wanted to bother you witu cassandra because she wasn’t important. I was going to get rid of her from my life for good and you weren’t even supposed to know her.” He Said persuasively, his green eyes glistening with a softness I’ve never seen in them.
But his words upsets me even more.
“I wasn’t supposed to know her?” I scoff. “Okay let’s assume I could ignore the fact that you kept her away from me for five good years. You didn’t deem me fit to confi
