Cassandra~
I was drugged.
Darkness clawed at the edges of my vision like something alive. Hot. It burned behind my eyelids, twisted in my gut, and pulled me down like chains in a lake. I struggled to surface. Every time I did, I was dragged under again.
But voices—low and taunting—pierced through the fog.
"She bewitched him. Had to. There's no other way Lord Sebastian would ever... choose her."
That voice—male, haughty—flicked against my mind like a whip. I blinked slowly, catching slivers of light slicing through the metal slats of a van—no, a truck. My body shifted with every bump in the road, my limbs sprawled like broken branches.
"She's not even a vampire or a real werewolf. She's a rogue. A hunter. She kills our kind, and somehow he... marked her?"
Laughter, sharp and bitter, followed that.
"She used demon magic," one of them snarled, voice dripping with disgust. "There's no other explanation—she reeked of it."
