Cassandra’s point of view: I woke up with a jolt, scanning the dark room with my keen senses, taking in the sounds of critters that slithered out at this time of the night. With trembling hands, I reached for the lamp beside my bed and turned it on. I wasn’t blinded by the darkness in the room. I could see pretty well at night. I sighed in relief when the light turned on. I glanced around my lit up bedroom, checking for any kind of shadows lurking from behind the curtains and furniture. The light provided me with a sense of protection, reassurance even from what I had just dreamt about. Unlike the recurring nightmares that I have had for the past few weeks because of Marcus, this time around, it wasn’t the same nightmare that haunted me in my sleep. It was about the attack, the same attack in which I had killed those rogues. I stared down at my shaky hands. For a split second, I almost screamed in fright when I noticed my fingers stained with blood until I realized that it wa
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