Chapter 367

• Cassandra
• In the backseat of Rafael’s black Bentley, the city lights streaked past the windows like quiet constellations, cold and glittering. He had just repeated Winona’s words to me her quiet warning, her fierce protection and despite my best efforts, the tears I’d kept at bay finally spilled down my cheeks.
• I leaned my head on Rafael’s shoulder, the warmth of his cologne grounding me in a moment that felt too big to contain.