Cassel — POV
I didn't know what I was supposed to feel as I pinned the girl beneath me to the car seat.
Her small body trembled under my hands, fragile in a way that made something inside me twist painfully. I had heard everything she said earlier—every word she uttered pierced straight through me like a knife. It was almost surreal, hearing my past dragged into the open by a girl I barely knew, yet knew too much about me.
I had suspected for a long time that she knew me… that she somehow knew what happened in my previous life. And I had confirmed that suspicion more than once. But suspicion was nothing compared to the reality of watching her lose her mind over me—over the things I had done, over the miserable patterns of self-destruction that haunted both my lives.
But seeing her hit Mary in that hysterical way… hearing her curse her because of me—that was something else entirely.
Especially the look on her face, the desperation in her voice as she vowed to protect her villain.
