Cassandra gets down on

  her knees to try and clean

  the mess I've made with

  her hands.

  "I'm afraid I can't tell

  you. It's an oath I've

  made with Ronin."

  I lay back in bed,

  staring up at the

  ceiling.

  Who's Ronin?

  The name sounds

  a bit familiar.

  "Cassandra, why are

  you keeping secrets

  from me?"

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  I question her in a sharp

  tone of voice.

  It came out of nowhere.

  It's almost as if I'm talking

  unwillingly.

  "Cassandra, I won't tell.

  Please just give me

  a hint."

  I beg.

  As I glance at her,

  Cassandra stands up with

  the tray of neglected food,

  a broken plate and multiple

  shards of glass.

  Her eyes are super

  glassy.

  She parts her lips

  slightly yet no words

  come out.

  It's almost as if she

  wants to tell me

  something.

  "We don't know each

  other so please, don't

  request something so

  highly from me."

  Cassandra looks emotionally

  distressed.

  That's a sign right there

  isn't it?

  She's hiding something.