Cassia’s Pov“Cassia, don’t scream.”Cassia’s hand remained on the light switch. The soft glow of the light she’d just turned on filled her small Manhattan apartment, catching the chipped coffee table, the half drank cup of water on the table, and finally, the woman stretched across the couch like she belonged there.“Elena?”Elena Ramirez sat up slowly, platinum hair spilling in frightened waves over her shoulders. Her blouse was torn at the sleeve, her lipstick smeared like she’d been in a fight. Still, her pale, calculating blue eyes that had once charmed everyone from professors to bodyguards were still as sharp as ever.“God, Cass,” she exhaled, her shoulders sagging as though relieved. “I didn’t know where else to go.”Cassia’s mouth went dry. Two years. It’s been two years since she had walked away from Elena’s friendship, from the parties that ended with broken glass and constant invitations to “just one favor” for her father. Cassia had chosen music over danger in Elena's m
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