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“What’s your handle?” “That’s the thing,” Cassie smiled. “I don’t use my name. I run CasRoe Health & Fitness Blog.” Sebastian’s eyes widened. “That’s you?” She nodded, amused. “You have ten million followers,” he muttered, offended on behalf of his own obliviousness. He immediately hit ‘follow.’ “How am I not one of them?” Cassie’s laughter warmed the room. “You’re still as dramatic as ever. But tell me, what’s your relationship status? Are you married?”

"I'm Cassie..." "Cassie who?" "Urm... actually Cassandra. Cassandra Moore. We met at Don Luigi's birthday party before," I tried to remind her of who I was. "Oh, Miss Moore? Don Xavier's girlfriend, right? Yeah, I remembered you," Nicola seemed excited all of a sudden. "You can just call me Cassie. I'll be more comfortable that way..." "And you can just call me Nicola. So why are you calling me?"

"I can call security if you need me to...?" "No. Paula this is Casey. My Casey" I say, walking so fast, crossing my office to get to her and pulling her into a huge hug. "Hello Maximus" "Only my mother calls me that! But I'll let you off this once, Angel" "Thee Casey?" "Paula, this is Casey Hamilton, Casey, this is the receptionist, Paula Hargreaves's" "Hello" she says with a forced smile on her face. Since when the bloody hell did she get out of retreats centre?

Thank God for saved passwords. It was educational. And a little depressing. Cassie really was a piece of work; nasty, spiteful, sharp-tongued. Popular in the shallow way mean girls always are. Followed and liked on social media, but with no real warmth anywhere. If she had true friends, I couldn’t find them. Her parents had died when she was nineteen, leaving her rich and alone. I wondered if that had hollowed her out. If that was when the walls went up. Why she didn’t let people in.

“Selena.” He smiled again. “Pretty name.” And then “Selena!” Cassie’s voice cut through everything like a sharp knife. She appeared out of nowhere, moving fast, a flash of red silk and too much perfume. “There you are,” she said sweetly, wrapping her hand around my arm. Her tone was calm, but I could feel the pressure in her grip. Then she turned her full charm on Damien. “Damien Roth,” she said like she already knew him. “I’ve been dying to meet you.”

Be patient Cassie, you have to stay calm. I took a deep breath before answering her. “Ah I guess you're asking someone else because you didn't mention my name. My name is Cassandra Suri Jane, you can call me Cassandra. Next time please mention my name if you want to ask so I won't be mistaken.” I ended my sentence with a smile. Her hands under the table clenched into fists until her knuckles turned white. “Whose daughter are you?” So she doesn't know my true identity yet that I'm not from Pack Nexus? That's actually good enough for me. Because at least she won't make fun of me because she doesn't know my past yet.

“Is Riley alive?” Jaxon froze. “You know her?” “She… she was my sister.” His heart plummeted. “What’s your name?” The girl tried to sit up, wincing. “Cassie. Cassie Hart.” Vin cursed under his breath. “Riley never said she had a sister.” “Maybe she didn’t know,” Jaxon said. “Or maybe she thought Cassie died in the fire.” He stepped forward, breaking the chains with brute strength, then lifted the girl carefully. Her skin was hot—feverish. She was shifting involuntarily, fighting her own blood.

I lament almost in tears. My mother holds me by the arm and leads me to one of the sofas where we both sit on it and she gives me a critical look. "When you mindlinked me earlier about your sudden visit, I knew there was something. Talk to me honey, what's going on over there?" "Mum, it's Cassie. Cassie is trying to steal Elijah from me" "Who the hell is Cassie?" "Cassie, the Alpha of the West Wing Pack. She is Elijah's mate and she lives with us in the castle. She is trying to take Elijah away from me"

The blonde, who I didn't know the name of, attempted to whisper to her, rather loudly I must add, “He’s so cute, Cass! Too bad you already got Castor.” Castor Blairwood was one of those muscle guys on our football team. I knew this was not because I loved American football, but because that guy had slammed me against the locker when I refused to lend him my homework last year. What an asshole. “What’s your name? I’m Cass by the way.” She gave me one of those smiles that ladies used to let the guy know she was interested in banging him. Purely sexual. “You can call me Cassie.”

“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.