Everything started to make sense to Cassius as he listened to Ashok's words. The questions that had always lingered in the back of his mind, the ones he had never dared to fully confront, suddenly became clear—too clear.
Why did the Miss hide her identity every time? Why did the Duke never take her out in public? Why did she desire freedom more than anything else?
'It all makes sense if she was a Witch.' The thought burned through Cassius's mind like a fiery brand. His chest tightened, his breath coming in shallow, jagged bursts. Betrayal. That was the only word that could describe what he felt now.
The reason Cassius felt betrayed wasn't because the Miss had hidden the fact that she was a witch. No. It was the opposite.
The betrayal stemmed from the realization that everyone around him—those he trusted the most—knew the truth and kept it hidden from him.
