Cassel — POV
Now everything makes sense.
For the first time since this insane apocalypse began, the chaos inside my mind finally aligned into something painfully, brutally clear.
It was as if a fog that had been clinging to me for days suddenly burned away, leaving every truth exposed beneath an unforgiving sun.
Everything became perfectly clear to me in that moment.
The reason she knew about me—about my past life, every humiliation, every betrayal, every moment I thought no one had witnessed—was likely because she had seen my story somehow.
Or perhaps she had watched my life the way someone would watch a movie.
Maybe she had even seen my death.
My actual ending.
She knew all of it.
And that explained everything.
That was why she had screamed that she would "save her villain."
Her villain.
Me.
It was why she despised Mary and the others with such irrational intensity—because she already knew everything they would do, every attempt, every manipulation. Everything.
