it’s not real. finley has to remind himself that the woman standing in front of him is not the woman he had fallen in love with. this isn’t cassie, the fun loving, sarcastic, loyal cassie that he had planned to marry at one point in his life. everything had come crashing down around them because of fin and his journey, but he knows that this isn’t her. this is the demon that used her body as a puppet, paraded her around, made her do ungodly things that cassie would never have done. brows furrow, because even now, all he wants is for that voice to once again belong to the love of his life. he has to remind himself that it would never be the same after this. ‘ shut up, ’ he snarls, splashing holy water onto cassie’s salena’s face. ‘ you don’t get t’talk t’me like that. not you. so just- shut the fuck up, ’