INICIAR SESIÓNCassandra's POV Everything happened in a blur the moment panic hit. I never knew I was this tied to the baby, but the moment I saw the blood dripping down my legs, real fear struck. After running on adrenaline for over an hour I found myself lying face up on a hospital bed in the middle of the night. The hospital room was silent aside from the sound of the air conditioning unit humming. The air smelled like sterile disinfectant and antiseptic. I always hated the smell of drugs, and if it were left to me, I wouldn’t want to stay in this hospital any longer, but I didn't have a say in this matter. This was my fault. I was the one who pulled up that crazy stunt that led to the haemorrhage. The door was pushed open, followed by a chatter, my gaze immediately shifted to Alaric, who just stepped in with Vera. Their voices faded as soon as they entered the room. Vera's gaze settled on me, "How are you feeling now?" She asked me with a polite smile which wasn
Cassandra's POV The saying that when death is near, life turns into slow motion was true. At the moment death truly came knocking before me, and my life flashed before me. Everything slowed to a crawl, and I noticed every little detail at that moment. My body stumbled the wrong way and I slippedThe wind screamed past my body, its blades were cold and sharp like knives slicing through my dress. The late crisp autumn air was biting on my skin. It carried the faint smell of dead leaves from the gardens below. My body tumbled with my hair lashing my face, the thin fabric of my nightgown twisting around my legs like it wanted to drag me down faster.I was really falling The balcony shrank above me looking like shrinking square of light against the black sky.Then I saw him. Alaric didn’t hesitate. He vaulted over the rail after me, coat flaring out behind him like dark wings. His face was lit for a split second by the balcony light. At that moment her heart gave a wrong beat
Alaric's POV The study hadn’t changed in decades, it was the same way I remembered it. Dark wood panels covered the walls, soaking up most of the light. Tall bookshelves stood packed with old books nobody read anymore. Father’s big desk sat in the middle, scratched and worn from years of use. Two green lamps illuminated the desk, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Outside was visible through the high windows, the night was black and moonless making the stars very prominent Father's voice rang in the room. He kept talking about his new initiative, and some random office matters; I got bored of hearing about it ages ago; reason being he was my father I haven't left. Father was behind the desk, fingers pressed together, watching us. Alistair sat beside me, arms folded, already impatient. I noticed he was doing that annoying tapping gesture he always does when he gets bored. I felt like scoffing. I wasn't the only one bored out of my mind. We’d just finish
Cassandra's POV Sinclair’s face went as pale as a sheet of paper, he looked helpless. All the anger and domineering aura around him earlier was gone. The air blew through my hair, giving me goosebumps. One leg was dangling over the air, the other was hooked awkwardly on the stone ledge to keep me from tipping forward. The wind whipped through my thin dress, tugging at the fabric like it wanted to pull me down with it. I glanced around, there was a concrete path with a pool not far away. One wrong move from here and I might fall to my death, and strangely, despite knowing I was playing with death, I wasn't scared as I should. An evil thought at the back of my mind told me to jump and end this madness and maybe just maybe I might. Sinclair stood frozen in the doorway, his face drained of colour, eyes wide in a way I’d never seen before. The predator was gone. In its place was pure panic.“Cassandra…” His voice cracked. He took one careful step forward, hands
Cassandra's POV Alaric might be infuriating, but Sinclair was on another level.The words hung in my head like a scream I couldn’t let out. His breath was hot against my face, too close, carrying the faint scent of wine from dinner. His palm was still flat against the wall beside my ear, caging me in. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the barely restrained violence in the way his shoulders tensed.My back pressed harder against the cold plaster, as if I could sink through it and disappear. I just stared at the bastard cussing my luckHis jaw was clenched so hard it could crack. "Are you really not going to say anything?" he asked, leaving dumbfounded. I laughed at him, I just couldn't help it. I have been avoiding an all-out confrontation all this time, and I never expected him to bring it up himself. My laugh infuriated him of course. He slammed his hand against the wall again and I jolted from fear. "What the hell is so funny?" He asked, leaning in closer, his
Cassandra's POV At one point, I had drifted to sleep thanks to the heavy meal I just had. By the time my eyes opened, it was completely dark. Tonight was a moonless night, and I glanced at the window, fluttering curtains before slowly sitting up on the bed. A sharp groan escaped my lips. My head was silently throbbing and it felt like hell. I tried to massage it for a while, but this was annoying. Why was my body aching? I hissed, irritated, I just had to get the short stick when it comes to annoying pregnancy symptoms. My mood worsened also remembering the fact that pregnancy symptoms were related to the quality of the sperm This was definitely the fault of one of those bastards. I reached out for my phone to check the time. 21:13 The phone screen lit. It was just past 9 pm. God I felt so sore I needed to walk around a while. Remembering Alaric’s warnings, it was better to stay indoors, but my throat suddenly went dry. Maybe I should just go out to







