"There was a time when I pitied my sister and thought I would never allow a man to enter my heart," Cassandra said suddenly, her soft voice carrying an unusual weight for someone so young.
She lifted her chin as she spoke, her little brows furrowing together as though she were recalling a solemn memory.
"Because of what I saw in my sister and on her face. You know what's?" Cassy asked, raising a brow as her wide eyes locked onto Azazel's.
Her tone, though light, carried a sharpness of awareness that left Azazel momentarily stunned.
For a girl so small, her understanding pierced far deeper than he had expected.
His breath caught, and he leaned slightly closer, astonished at her candor.
"No, what is it?" Azazel asked at last, his voice dipping lower, husky with curiosity.
He already had a hunch about what she would say, but the gravity in her little face made him wait for the words with held breath.
