She bent down and searched Brin?s pockets and found a handcuff key whichfitted into the lock of the manacle around her ankle. She unlocked it andspri...ted over to the dust-blown bar and rattled around in the old rustyrefrigerator. She found a can of Diet Coke manufactured circa nineteeneighty nine but she didn?t care. She ripped off the tab and guzzled thestale, sweet liquid, attempting to slake her thirst.Cassie spun around ready to defend herself when she heard footsteps on thetired wooden. More to that later.Within three weeks of putting Lord Malcom in the ground, one Lord Robert Chillingham, uncle to the Dowager Countess of Haversham, arrived on a horse I would have sworn had originated in our stables. It was a beautiful animal, well fitted with tooled leather and silver tack. Lord Robert moved into a room that had been ready for him for more than a year. Penelope later told me he decided not to come until His Lordship the Earl had passed on, because he didn't want to cause any. I went on to tell him ‘you knew damn well she did it to hurt me.’Then I started crying and telling him how much I loved him and what it felt like to have him fuck a girl who treated me like a sister for two years then refused to even say hello to me. He started crying and he held me. He said ‘I knew it was wrong. I’m such an asshole. You should be with my brother not me.’ I looked him in the eye and said ‘you may be right. But you’re still going to prom and I’m going to fuck you both. He kept. The more she thinks about it, the more she becomes depressed about it. And the last thing she wants is what may or may not have been real to get in the way of what she definitely knows to be real.She doesn’t head to her assigned room. She knows that if she goes there, she’ll be alone—alone in a room with four walls and a bed, just like she was at the end of Saige’s life. It isn’t a place she wants to be. No. She needs to go to Gunnar and lay everything out in the open. She needs to hear it from.