Cassandra~
Destiny. A word so many throw around without truly understanding it. And if I'm being honest, I never gave it much thought either—until now. Is destiny a chain of coincidences, or is it a script already written, each step meticulously placed before us? I never imagined I'd be asking myself these questions, not until I crossed paths with a certain vampire.
That evening, after Griffin took me to an outrageously extravagant hotel, I found myself sprawled across the plush couch in the penthouse, a glass of wine lazily swirling between my fingers. The city skyline stretched beyond the towering windows, its glittering lights scattered like fallen stars against the glass.
Griffin had disappeared into his room a while ago, leaving me to my thoughts. I had been restless all day, an odd, almost suffocating feeling gnawing at my insides. It felt like something—someone—was calling me, tugging at my very soul.
