Novel & Cerita Cait Shelter

“Because Dylan's made a mess. And you're letting your grief compromise the cleanup.” I scoffed. “You think this is about grief?” She finally faced me. Her eyes were colder than I remembered. “I think you were sloppy. Letting Caitlin escape. Letting Sophia slip through your fingers. Letting Dylan become unstable.” “He’s always been unstable,” I said. “You just didn’t care until it stopped serving you.” Her gaze didn’t waver. “Caitlin’s disappearance was inconvenient. But her reappearance… that’s dangerous.” Something cold spread through my chest. “You’ve seen her?”

She even had her own personal butler, Henry Weaver, to help her get dressed. But when it came to anything concerning me, she always insisted on doing it herself. Maybe I really did mishear just now. After all, didn't Dr. Alan Morse tell me that my hearing could be a bit impaired right after recovery? Besides, the person Caitlin hated most in her life was Shane Tate, so how could they possibly still have anything going on between them? "Caitlin, have you lost your mind? Even if you wanted someone to take the fall for the scandal of Shane being raped, you didn't have to actually have those men sexually assault Terry. How is he supposed to live with himself once he finds out?"

I made sure sis was asleep before broaching the subject again. "I know a way that we've overlooked, a way that we can get Caitlin to college without these people even knowing that she's gone." "How's that?" "You have tight security here, so you know that they're not watching the house, they came at her through the computer." "Go on!"

Emara Stone Rita dropped me home. Exactly at the door of my apartment, but I know she wanted to drop me to my bed. She was waiting for me to call her inside for a coffee or something, but I straight away thanked her and went inside. And locked the door. Savage, I know. I ain't into chicks. Coz I am a chick ;) Also, I have pictures of me and Ethan hanging in our living room. I can't risk my identity. I toss my phone on the bed, remove my clothes, and throw them on the floor, then directly run for a shower. Shower! Oh god.

Stupid waste of time. Outside I know trouble is waiting. Bane’s on the ground bleeding. Ophelia’s there as well. Dead. I stare at the scene as Caitlyn screams at people in outrage. Her eyes land on me. They are sparkling dangerously. I throw the shield up in time to deflect her attack. She strides towards me, her lifeless daughter forgotten at the moment. Crean kneels at his sister's body, while Caitlyn hauls energy ball after energy ball after me. I deflect everything, only defending myself.

“We can pick her up on the way out.” They headed down the hallway and found Caitlin waiting in her doorway. She was wearing a plain white shirt and short black skirt over black leggings. A pair of wide, dark blue and black elastic suspenders stretched over her shoulders. Looking at her three companions, Leesa almost felt like she was the one who was dressed weirdly. She could not believe everyone at The Joint was going to look like her friends. At least, she sure hoped they wouldn’t, or she was going to stand out like a sore thumb.

A woman's voice came from the phone. "Damn it! I give you so much money every month, so why don't you take care of what she eats?" I instantly got angry. "It is difficult for us to do it. Caitlyn Christian asked us to have certain privacy because her emotions were very unstable. We dare not go against her because she cut out all her clothes last time. We have discovered it for the first time. She was sent to the hospital, so she could be rescued in time," the nurse explained to me.

It was risky, standing up to one of these when Linc or Lilah were not around. A smile cracks on the woman's face. “Fairplay to you for trying to stand up for yourself.” “I have nothing else going for me. Not anymore.” Being here was worse than being homeless. At least then I was able to protect myself and hide away from the world. A laugh escapes the woman’s plump lips and she takes another sip of her tea as she stares at me. “I’m Kaitlin.” “The lady who had twins with the shifter?” She clamps her mouth shut in annoyance. She sucks in her cheeks before speaking again. “I was tricked.”

I shrugged him off jokingly before hitting the bathroom, after shower I decided to fix up breakfast Breakfast was quieter than usual. Katherine sat across from me, her usual composed self, but there was a sharpness in her eyes that I couldn’t ignore. Xander was beside me, his hand occasionally brushing mine. The warmth of his touch was comforting, but the air felt charged, as though we were all waiting for the storm to break. And break it did. The doors burst open, and Caitlyn strode in, her face a mask of carefully crafted devastation. “Xander,” she called, her voice trembling. “I need to speak with you. It’s urgent.”

In truth, her life had been so sheltered that she hadn't really watched any movies or TV shows. Hayden's eyes widened in exaggerated surprise. "Oh my goodness, Cait..." She paused, seemingly uncertain about what to call her now. "What should I call you now?" Catherine considered it for a moment, weighing the risks. "Still call me Caitlin. The whole mansion cannot find out who I really am."