"He won't be able to save you. In fact, you know him, don't you? He'd kill you himself before he lets you ruin the reputation he spent decades building."
Cassandra whimpered through her tight, quivering lips. For a second, all she could do was stare at Penny, who mocked her not just with words but by tapping a metal pole against her head. But Cassandra couldn't care less about that right now—she was too busy swallowing the rising fear in her throat.
This woman… she was still crazy.
Penny, on the other hand, raised the pole again—this time, striking Cassandra's cast on the side.
"Pathetic," she spat under her breath. "Get rid of this cast. You're clearly not fooling anyone. If anything, you're only hassling yourself by wearing this."
