Guts Casca Novels & Stories

Not now. Not over this. Not over him. The door swung open before either of us could say another word. Cassie stepped inside, her expression shifting the second she saw us—me standing on one side of the room like a drowning girl, Luca looking like he was barely holding himself together. She stopped short. “What’s going on?” Luca didn’t look at her. His eyes were still locked onto mine, but they weren’t soft. They weren’t warm. They were cold.

Yesterday and today I was so consumed and convinced that I will meet my end again tonight that I became paralysed. “You’re safe here. You won’t be killed when you step outside. That would be the end of the Silent Night Hawk,” Morgan says in a whisper from behind the bar, “Now don’t let him wait any longer.” As if commanded, my feet start moving towards the table. The large bulking figure gets up to greet me. It is indeed Cassius. Just as before his left eye and ear are missing and his left ear is severely damaged. I can not see his scarring through his loose fitting shirt. He thrusts out his hand for me to shake. When I hold it feels strange, as if something round is jabbing in my hand. Afte

"So not only do I have to worry about the Syndicate blowing me up, I have to worry about a stuck patriarch judging me." "He will try to provoke you, and if you show fear or if you let me fight your battles for you, he wins." "Let him come," Cassie said, turning back to them. Her eyes flashed with resolve. "I have handled psychopaths like Cane and put Varga in his place, he won't be any different." She looked at Miriam. "Accept his attendance and put him next to me at the head table." "Are you sure?" "Absolutely," Cassie smiled without humor. "If he wants to test the Luna of the White Wolf Clan, he’s welcome to try."