"Neonidas, you misunderstand. Everything is under my control. My father's plans shouldn't concern you. I'm trying to protect you." Cassandra's voice was calm and sweet.
"Cassandra, you just tried to poison and use me. Instead of finding out why I haven't harmed you yet, are you still going to keep lying to me?"
Cassandra looked into the eyes of the man holding her tightly. In those blue orbs, so much like her own, she saw a deep understanding. She once again saw the cold yet gentle gaze she had noticed ever since he had come to this duchy. Even though she had just poisoned him with hundreds of snakes, there was no anger or resentment in his gaze—only understanding and a hint of disappointment.
"I… I'm sorry… I had no choice." Cassandra's eyes began to fill with tears. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she had cried more tonight than she had in her entire life.
"Your sister… That pink-haired girl. Is she in danger?"
