Chapter 23
- Cassandra's POV
- Hasn't Darla got any sense of time?
- My tapping foot on the floor asks me. She's awful with people, but that also means she is not in the position to face me as of now. As I was just about to leave, three shadows of heads with styled hair and one walking in the front is caught in front of me. Rolling my eyes, I lean against the wall— one foot flat against it and folded.