He leaned closer. His eyes never left hers. "Since we were kids, you were always different. Smart—too smart. Powerful and most importantly, you knew things before they happened."
She maintained her silence. The reason why she was scared to tell him about her ability was actually that she was scared that he would blame her because of their parents' death. If she could see the future, why had she not stopped their deaths? She should have seen it, right?
"You know…" he leaned back, the corners of his lips turned down. "You should rest. Let's talk when you are ready." He smiled at her. "Don't worry… I am not that stupid. The fact that I am not saying anything doesn't mean that I don't know. Cassandra, I would trust you with my life."
