《Tempted To Claim All Three 》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

Cassie’s povThe hospital was quieter at night. Jaden’s room was lit by the small lamp on the nightstand. He was awake when I came in, sitting up slightly. The bruising on his jaw had deepened to purple and yellow at the edges but his eyes were clear.“You came,” he said.“Your mom called.” I sat in the chair beside the bed, still in my pajamas, my bag on my lap. “She said you needed to tell me something.”He was quiet for a moment. Looking at me in the way he had been doing since he arrived at this school. “I’m being discharged in two days,” he said.I nodded.“My father wants me to transfer back.” He said with a frown. “He says this school isn’t safe, which given the last week is not an unreasonable decision for him to take.”“No,” I agreed. “It’s not.”“I haven’t decided yet.” He looked at his hands on the blanket. “I wanted to talk to you first.”I waited.He looked up. “I’m going to ask you something and I need you to answer it honestly.” His voice was straightforward. “Do you w

Cassie’s povI didn’t go home.I stood on the pavement outside the building on Mercer Street for a long time, and then I took out my phone and called the one person I wanted to talk to.Asher picked up on the second ring. “Are you home?” I asked.A pause. Reading something in my voice. “Yes.”“I’m coming over.”“Okay,” he said. Just that.I took a cab to his house. It looked so beautiful, I walked to the porch.He opened the door before I reached it.He looked at my face and stepped back to let me in and didn’t say anything. He gestured toward the sitting room and I went in and sat on the couch and he came back two minutes later with a glass of water and set it on the table in front of me.Then he sat in the chair across from me.And waited.I drank some of the water. I looked at the lamp. I looked at my hands. I sat quietly, no pressure.Three minutes.Then I told him everything.The anonymous message during class. The address on Mercer Street. The receptionist. The elevator opening.

Cassie's pov “Most of what we need in this damn situation, apparently Caspian’s father is putting my father in a chokehold, he definitely has something on him and I figured this would help, had to sneak it out of his office this morning.” She smiled at everyone but me, gesturing toward the file she continued. “Take a look-” The door to the coffee shop burst open, the hinges coming off slightly, causing almost everyone to flinch and turn. Three masked men came in fast towards us. “Move.” Asher was already standing. Everything was happening once before my very eyes. Caspian was already on his feet, his chair going back. Luka pulled me up from my seat by my arm, stepping in front of me as one of the men reached out to the table and grabbed me, reaching for the folder. Luka’s forearm came up and blocked it. “Screw you.” He snarled, tumoring the table over. Backing against the wall with Diane by my side, I watched as the coffee shop sprang into chaos, people screaming as they fled for

Cassie’s pov“So we go later today,” Caspian asked. “No.” Luka disagreed, folding his arm over the other.We all looked at him, he was leaning against the wall of the coffee shop. “Think about it,” he said. “Those men were already there waiting for us, which means someone knew about this meeting before we arrived.” He looked at Asher. “Which means the meeting was compromised from the sender’s end or they've been watching us long enough to anticipate what we have in mind.“Either way we go now, before...” Caspian started. “Before what?” Luka pushed himself off the wall. “Before they’ve already been there? Caspian, those men literally had a car waiting, the folder with them is probably one of the many things they've put in place. There's no certainty that Daniel Hale would be sitting for us to show up. “He looked between everyone. “Going there is pointless.Walking out, the street was quiet. I looked at Diane.She pressed her lips together “he’s right.” she nodded quietly. “Mr Hale su

Caspian’s povThe dining room had never felt smaller.My mother sat at one end of the table with her hands folded and her expression plain, she used when she wanted to show her disappointment without appearing emotional about it. My father sat at the other end of the table with the same expression. Between them, the food had gone cold.“The championship is in three weeks,” my father said. “Three weeks, Caspian. This is not the time to be distracted by personal situations.”“I’m not distracted.”“The footage from the party fight has been circulating for two weeks,” my mother said. “Your coach called us. Your teammates have noticed. The scouts who are coming to the championship will have seen it.” She looked at me steadily. “This is not a small thing.”“I handled it.”“You handled it,” my father repeated. Not a question. The particular echo that meant he found the statement insufficient.“The files going public had nothing to do with the fight,” I said. “Those are separate situations.”