“Cassandra. Cassandra. Cassandra.” Victory says my name over and over again as if chiding a pup. Her sharp glare and disdain for me are clear as day in this small waiting room. I feel suffocated as she walks closer to me, her sneer marring that face of hers. To think people call her a good and gentle she-wolf. What I see before me is a spiteful bitch.“What do you want, Darcia?” I spat out, crossing my arms over my chest. She scoffs, taking a seat as if she has no cares in the world, crossing her slim legs.“Just to talk to you about your pregnancy.” She answers with disinterest. Shocked, my hand moves to cover my small stomach. I nearly lost the pup because of her earlier, I won’t let her cause me more harm to lose it before Riker and I can talk.“My child is of no concern to you.” I snap back, growling at this bitch.“Oh, but it is.” She smiles coldly at me, bringing her left hand up and showing off a glittering ring. One I have seen many times on Annabeth’s hand.“You see, Riker an
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