"I swear, if I ever find a man worth keeping, Lizzie, I'll make sure I never let him go," Cassandra confided in her best friend, her eyes widening with expression.
Lizzie's eyes, however, were incredulous. "I don't believe it," she said, shaking her head. "We all know what happens to prostitutes. Even when we find a man 'worth keeping,' we never actually end up keeping him. We flit from man to man. It's what we do, even when we're not trying."
"I'm different, Lizzie. I think I might...I think I might have what it takes to actually love someone." The words were spoken quietly, but with conviction.
Lizzie rolled her eyes a second time. "Yes, well, we'll see if that ends up happening." She stood. "I've got to get back to work, Cassandra, and you should, too."
Cassandra stood, as well. "You're right. But mark my words, I will find someone, and I will not allow myself to give him up."
Cassandra hated herself. She hated Hadrian. She hated what she was doing to Amadeo. There was no way, no way on earth, she could ever forgive herself...not for what she was doing now...not for the way she was playing with Amadeo's heart.
If she had known that Hadrian would want her right then, right there, then she might not have come.
No, she had known Hadrian's intentions for coming that night, and still, she had searched for him. Because, as much as Cassandra hated to admit it, she desired Hadrian. She desired his evil. She desired his touch, the spell he cast over her...He purposely hurt her, knowingly abused her, and yet, she deserved this. And she wanted it.
And that was why Cassandra was, once again, sacrificing herself.
But this time, it was different. This time, she was right within Amadeo's reach. If he found her...oh, if he found her...
And he did.