Cassandra

Gyle and I were having dinner. Since my parents left, I got used to having dinner alone in my room. But Gyle has become insistent on asking me to dine with him in the dining room. After so many of his requests, I decided to accept.

Gyle was interrupted by a call. I could see on the phone that it was the idiot. Christian's idiot. His precious protégé whom he defended, despite what he did to me. I couldn't even think of him without getting furious. The feeling of contempt was automatic and I couldn't control it.

Gyle stepped away from me to take his call in peace. I...