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“And we were just walking on the beach when this happened. Plenty of witnesses around to prove it. Now, onto the reason why I am here. Do you remember John Myles?” “I always hated that cocksucker,” Charlie says, nodding and looking down at the small pad of paper in his hands. “What about him?” Devin gestures his hand toward me, his smile a telling sign of his excitement that he is trying to hide. “This is my girlfriend, Cassie.”

“Your apartment? I pay half the rent, remember? From my ‘sugar daddies.’ You’d be on the street without me.” “Not anymore.” I marched past them, into my bedroom—the scene of the crime. The sheets were still rumpled, the air thick with their scent. I yanked open drawers, stuffing clothes into a duffel bag, my sketchbook on top. Tears burned my eyes, but I blinked them away. No more weakness. Dante’s words echoed: You’re fire—fierce, unbreakable. Jason followed, hovering in the doorway. “Cassie, don’t do this. We can talk. I’ll end it with her. Promise.”

“Text me. Call me. Whatever you need. I left my card by the bedside table. Use it how you see fit.” “I will.” He kissed her one last time, deep and lingering, then stepped out. The door clicked shut behind him. Cassie leaned against it for a long moment, the apartment suddenly too quiet again. She touched her lips, still tingling from his kiss, and whispered to the empty space, “Come back soon.” She spent the whole day binge watching and eating. She did not go shopping but ordered something online. She was afraid of accidentally meeting Sienna again. She called her friends on video call. They gisted about a lot of things, with her friends praising Reggie.

A very soft, incredibly hesitant voice suddenly speaks from the shadows behind her. Luna slowly turns around. Standing near the glass doors is the young woman Liam brought as his date tonight. She looks incredibly young, likely no more than twenty years old, dressed in a delicate white knit sweater and a soft apricot-colored skirt. Looking at her, Luna feels a sudden, unsettling sense of familiarity, as if she is looking into a slightly distorted, slightly blurred mirror. "My name is Cassie," the girl whispers. She nervously twists the hem of her knit sweater between her fingers, her pale cheeks burning with an embarrassed, rosy flush. "I...I have seen pictures of you before."

The next morning, Emma sat in her apartment surrounded by photographs. The anonymous pictures. The text messages. Everything. Noah sat beside her. Neither had slept. Suddenly, Emma's eyes widened. "Noah." "What?" "The name." "What name?" "Sophia Bennett." Noah frowned. "What about it?" "Bennett." Noah blinked. "Bennett?" "My God." Emma stood up. "Your last name." Noah froze. "What?" "Bennett." His eyes widened. "You think we're related?" "No." Emma shook her head.

“Okay. But I’d really like for you to sit down. I could make something for you... some ramen? It’s really all I have at home right now.” “I’m not here for dinner,” I said. “I’m just here to talk. What is your real name? Where did you grow up? Who put you up to this?” Cassandra bowed her head, her fingers twisting together nervously. “My name is Cassandra Vance, but you can call me Cassie.” I could have sworn I saw a twinkle of mischief in those blue eyes, but it was gone before I could be sure. “And nobody put me up to anything. I’m just...” She sniffled, her bottom lip trembling.

" Jake told them. Susan and Janice hugged each other as Nathan and Cassie signed the papers. Nathan stood thinking for a couple of minutes. "Cassie will we be taking both?" Nathan asked. Cassie went over to him and into his arms kissing him. "Husband would you want it any other way?" Cassie asked. "No, you smell so wonderful, " Nathan said burring his face into her hair. The girls went up to their chambers and Nathan, Cassie, Norman and Jacob went back to the office. Cassie went and was reading from the book she had gotten down. "Nathan come look at this. He read the old paper Cassie found in the book.

CASSIE Sasha made a snorting sound, her eyes adorned with pretty long lashes, rolled to the roof. “If I knew, you would only sulk at home, Cass. Tonight’s a good night to have fun. The examination has ended, and we’re free for the whole week. “But I’m tired. I need sleep,” I said, glancing at my phone where there were no messages or calls from Jake. The hurt simmered beneath the surface, threatening to spill over.

And that made Cassandra Cavanaugh Williams my best friend since diapers. Cassie has blonde hair and blue eyes, and I'm taller than her by about three inches. We were so close back in our primary days, and when we graduated, they moved to Ontario, Canada. But once in a while, she visits me, or I visit her. And it has been almost a year since we spent time together. But we always call each other, especially if there is big news about our lives. Just like when she called me last week and told me that she already has her first boyfriend, and that made me tell her about Blair on our pretty savage encounter at my bookstore.

Nova’s POV I call Cassie bright and early since she will spend half of the day in flight, then will be trying to settle into her new home. “Hey, Cas! I have so much to tell you, Girl, but first…Did you manage to get any sleep?” She giggles,”Yeah I kind of had a fitful sleep here and there. I fell asleep reading on a reading app. There are some great werewolf romance stories out there and I would drift off reading, wake up and read some more before drifting off again, so, overall, not different from most weekends without you.”