Cassandra gets down on

her knees to try and clean

the mess I've made with

her hands.

"I'm afraid I can't tell

you. It's an oath I've

made with Ronin."

I lay back in bed,

staring up at the

ceiling.

Who's Ronin?

The name sounds

a bit familiar.

"Cassandra, why are

you keeping secrets

from me?"

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I asked in a sharp tone of

voice.

This question came

out of nowhere.

It's almost as if I'm talking

unwillingly.

"Cassandra, I won't tell.

Please just give me

a hint."

I beg.

As I glance at her,

Cassandra stands up with

the tray of neglected food,

a broken plate and multiple

shards of glass.

Her eyes are super

glassy.

She parts her lips

slightly yet no words

come out.

It's almost as if she

wants to tell me

something.

"We don't know each

other so please, don't

request something so

highly from me."

Cassandra looks emotionally

distressed.

That's a sign right there

isn't it?

She's hiding something.