Chapter 92

The moment I saw her walk into the hall, a chill crept down my spine like frost biting into flesh. Kassandra Rossi. A name I once associated with harmless, empty chatter and overly sweet perfume. A girl who used to share coffee in the university lounge, who once lent me her umbrella and laughed at her own terrible jokes.

But now…

Now I see her for what she is—or at least, what she’s trying so hard