FURY

He let the gun clatter to the floor, picked up his shirt, and started to button up Cassandra was sobbing silently now. She watched him as his back was to hers, thinking of any possible way to hurt him again, she started to remove her finger from the rope he used to bind her, while her eyes darted from one corner of the room to the other. She would make sure she killed him first, then she would kill herself.

There was nothing in the room except for the revolver now on the floor and the only bullet in it had been discharged. It has shaken her out of her mind that if Dimitra didn't come in when she did, her brain would have been spilled over the wall behind her. She finally released her hand from the rope and still kept it there, watching Eros as he dressed up.

He turned to look at her and she lowered her gaze. Not because she was scared of him, but because she was scared that what she had in mind would show in her eyes.

"I am not done with you," Eros said and turned to leave.

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