Cassandra had been pacing her room for almost an hour, checking her phone every few minutes.

She had expected a message from the maid by now that Leona wanted to see her.

Either that or a tap on the door.

Or maybe a whisper.

Something.

Anything at all, but the longer she waited, there was nothing.

No update. There was no complaint from the maid that she was needed downstairs by Leona’s companions.

No call saying Leona had misbehaved again. Nothing at all.

The silence made her ...