SableIt had only been two days since Steve’s funeral, and already Cassandra acted like she’d been living in my house for years.She drifted through the halls wrapped in silk robes that didn’t belong to her, perfume clinging to the walls long after she passed. She laughed too easily. Touched too freely. Took up space like it was owed to her.She wasn’t grieving.I watched from the kitchen doorway as she leaned against the counter, hip cocked, smile slow and deliberate while Luke poured himself a cup of coffee. She brushed her fingers against his arm as she thanked him for “everything he’d done,” her voice lowering, softening, curving into something intimate.Luke didn’t pull away.He didn’t encourage it, either—but that almost made it worse. He let it happen, unbothered, as if her proximity was simply something I was meant to absorb. She didn’t stop with him.The night before, I’d walked into the living room to find her standing far too close to one of Luke’s men. Her hand slid up hi
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