Cassandra Cassandra Farrelli: Scarlet Women Book 1
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"Cassandra, a dream is a dream. We create our own futures." My mother scolded me. If only she were right, but I knew she was wrong. When I closed my eyes I was in hell. No future. I'd been born to die. I'd always hated cemeteries, they gave me the creeps— especially since dad died. I wished mom had never dragged me here, even if I was just as curious as she was about our mysterious past. I wandered through the unkempt cemetery feeling discouraged that no one was tending the place and keeping it up— so the dead would be remembered."Don't go too far, Cassandra!" Mom hollered over her shoulder at me as she continued to scribble into her little notebook."I won't," I mumbled as I continued to explore.Just ahead of me there was a really hot guy crying over a tombstone. His dark hair and green eyes gave me the chills. Poor guy. I instinctively walked up to him and gave him a hug, which was super out of character for me, but I understood pain and loss. As my arms touched him a burning sensation came over my body."Cass, it's time to go!""I'm so sorry." I went to tell the guy, but I was standing all alone, my arms throbbing where I had touched his skin. "I hate cemeteries!" I hissed as I made my way back to my mom. "I need to get out of here."
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