I spent all evening and most of the night sitting in the tree outside Cassie’s house. Nick’s words about keeping her safe echoed in my mind. When the morning arrived, I followed Leah’s car from a distance, as she and Cassie left for school. After everything I had learned, I didn't want to let Cassie out of my sight. When they reached the school grounds, I reluctantly left them to change back to my human form so I could attend class. I headed towards my first class, but before I reached the classroom, Cassie walked up behind me and pulled me to the side. My arm tingled from the shock of her touch and a warm feeling engulfed me as something tried to push itself to the surface of my mind. I looked over to meet Cassie’s gaze, but she scanned the hallway. “You okay?” I as

I stared at Cassie. Had I felt the shock when we hugged? I had been blissfully distracted with the knowledge that she wanted me around, that I hadn't paid any attention to anything else. I reached for her hand to check, and she was right. No shock, no weird feelings, or memories. I got so used to it happening, it now felt strange to touch her without it. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said in response to Cassie. “I wonder why?” Cassie shrugged. She didn’t seem too concerned by the lack of the shock. I struggled to brush it off. I wanted to know why it had stopped. I couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation, but then again, I didn't know why we had experienced the shock in the first place. Should I go and see Freya? She may have some insight. I would do it later. At the moment I was too busy enjoying the fe

I got out of the shower and walked up to the mirror. I moved my hair away from my eyes. Based on how I felt, I should look severely sleep deprived, but the brightness from my hazel eyes stared back at me. I smiled, sometimes being an immortal had its benefits. Cassie texted me as I got dressed and asked me to meet her in town. I arrived at the spot we had decided to meet. I was a bit early, so Cassie hadn’t turned up yet. I took a seat on one of the benches next to a statue. I replayed last night's events as I waited for her to turn up. How had Cassie been able to talk to my mind, but not heard me when I spoke to her? Was she even aware that she had done it? While I tried to come up with a reasonable explanation of what had happened, I saw Cassie walking towards me. I lifted myself off the bench and went to greet Cassie with a big hug.

Walking away from Cassie and Leah left knots in my stomach. Cassie wanted me and Leah to get along, and this would have been a perfect opportunity to get to know her better, but everything that was going on weighed heavily on my shoulders. I needed to see Freya. Hopefully, she would have some answers to the many questions that were occupying my mind. While I made my way over to Freya’s house, I contemplated the day with Cassie. Her control over her ability impressed me. She would be able to read my mind in no time, unless I consciously shielded it. I didn’t want to hide things from her, but it was for the best. I needed to keep her safe. I reflected a bit more about Cassie’s abilities. She was already showing signs of telepathy. I remembered how clearly I could hear Cassie’s voice in my head last night. It was strange that she didn’t hear me when I tried to answer back. She also didn’t seem to be able to talk to my mind again, but maybe she just needed practice, after all, her abili

I got home and went to have a shower. After I got dressed, I checked my phone, just in case Cassie had texted me. Unfortunately, there were no new messages on my phone. I thought back to yesterday, Cassie had left the window open for me, so surely she couldn’t be too angry with me. In an attempt to distract myself from thinking about Cassie, I decided to help Leah. Cassie had told me she trusted Leah, so it couldn’t hurt, and it may help to make up for the trouble I caused between them. I went to get my laptop and tried to search for who Leah’s parents were before she had become an orphan. At least one of Leah’s parents had to have been a witch, as magic was passed down from generation to generation. But I didn’t get very far. The problem with supernatural beings was that they mainly kept to themselves and tried