Marianne pov
I looked at the man who was sitting there and chatting happily with me. How many facades did he have! I knew he was still hiding a lot of things from me. But it was an improvement that I knew we both wanted him in prison.
"Do you want to sleep?" asked Cassius, making me furrow my brows and I shook my head. We were going to make plans to send them to prison. The adrenal rush is so high, I could not think about sleeping at all.
He nodded his head, as if satisfied with my answer. And I smiled. Finally we were going to talk about further details.
But instead of doing that, the man stood up and walked towards the bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked , staring up and looking at him confused.
"Sleeping, what else?" he deadpanned, tilting his head.
I was so bewildered that I frowned, "why are you sleeping, it's not night. I have never seen you sleeping after lunch."