“Isn't there something you want to tell me?” Cassius's question entered her eardrums as soon as she opened her eyes. She still felt dizzy before she got up and sat on the bed which she believed was Cassius' bed. “ Why are you staying silent? I'm pretty sure you heard me very well, Princess.”
There Cassius was, sitting in the chair with two bottles of whiskey in front of him and a glass in his hand. There were many shards of glass scattered throughout the room, making her squint to confirm what she saw and, sure enough, what was under there was broken glass that seemed to have been thrown on purpose.
Even though she could see it all clearly, she still couldn't think properly — her head was throbbing from drinking so much last night, being able to see well was better than nothing, but Cass
