21. Wantin' That Drink

Cold water droplets cascaded down her ivory breasts, pausing at the rosy buds before falling ever so delicately upon her thighs like how honey might drip down a slate of marble only to fall short of itself, becoming something that represented sweetness but tasted like stone; ripples echoed into the water that was losing its temperature every waking second. 

Time had become nonexistent for Cassidy ever since she had sacrificed herself to rid the Earthly scum known as Silas, seconds become minutes, minutes were hours, and hours felt like days… But she had made a deal, one she had to stick with. She pondered about Mateo, hoping the young boy would forgive her since she vanished without a word, about Thomas and imagined how worried he probably was, about Ade and if he was safe on his new job, about drunken Wayne and if he was head deep in a barrel of beer, and