Samantha's P. O. V

Cassandra's hand froze midair as she stared blankly at me.

I quickly composed myself and forced a smile. “There's no need for that. All I just want is for you to help me get the seal from him and also a map of the tunnel up to the point that leads out of the city. Can you do that?"

"Of course,” she muttered, “but I just don't feel like helping you anymore."

My jaw tightened. “Why not? Helping me is also helping Ashford too, isn't it?"

Her face darkened. “Samantha, you're acting very suspiciously. And if you don't tell me what exactly is going on here,...