Casaandra’s POVI wake up later that evening and prepare to go back to work. I should probably be worried how routine and mundane my life has become but I have come to not care, I have Lydia to worry all about it for me.“You are a twenty-year-old girl in your prime, you should get out more!”The woman is always nagging me about something, if she was not my only friend, I would have probably avoided her like Gerta.I stuff my uniform into my bag and head out the door. The first person I encounter is Gerta with another plate of…is that supposed to be pie, “Miss Casaandra, I am so happy I caught you. You see I felt a bout of inspiration this afternoon and baked this, I got the recipe from my Nigerian friend. She says it is called meat pie.”“Oh, that sounds amazing and it would probably taste great but I have to get to work,” I say trying to side step her but the old woman blocks my path. Come on granny move!“You just have to taste it, I need your honest opinion,” she pushes the plate
Cassandra’s POVI spend the next two days on a sick leave, which Harold was happy to grant. Lydia made a joke of how I have the man by his monetary balls when he allowed me take two days off, hopefully two days away from there should be enough to get that man off my scent. Hopefully.On the third day I resume work bright and early with an equally bright countenance but very dodgy eyes. I could not help it, I was searching for any sign of the man from before, one wrong move from a passerby and I was ducking under my hoodie. My point is, getting to work was an arduous journey.When I do get to work I breath a massive sigh of relief. I spot Lydia the same time she spots me.“Welcome…woah, what the hell are you wearing?” Lydia covers her nose with a frown.“What are you talking about,” I ask innocently, she raises her brow in disbelief. Of course, I know what she is talking about. My sensitive nose kept sneezing nonstop this morning when I first applied it, my bright idea to avoid the ‘bi
Ray’s POVOver the years I have come across a lot of rogues, the dodgy ones, the ones you should avoid completely. But I have never met a rogue as clumsy or as obvious as Cassandra, it is like she is asking to be discovered.I remember the first day I walked into the restaurant, she looked like a deer caught in the headlight, literally. Her eyes went as wide as saucers and she pretty much fell out of her chair to get away drawing people’s attention to her.“So, what are we eating. I’m famished,” Gray walks in as a second after. I glance at him; he would be too focused on his empty stomach to notice the wolf smell in the room.“Well?” Gray pushes when I don’t react. I am busy watching her friend hurry after her.“Find us a table, I’ll be back,” I tell him and walk to the door they both hurried through, a glance around tells me no one is focusing on me so I walk through. My ear puck up their voices from a room down the hall and I walk towards it, I am at the door when it suddenly opens.
Cassandra’s POVRay is starting to drive me crazy, and no, it is not in that good i-am-getting-feelings-for-him way. The man is literally running circles around my mental health, since that he has come to the restaurant every single day. But that is not the confusing part, Ray has done nothing but order food or drinks, flirt with Lydia some more, and then leave. No mention of my pack or questions on why I am living among humans. I just know he is toying with me, hence the reason I have gone to great lengths to avoid him.“We are totally getting in bed soon,” Lydia swoons as we clock out for the day. We step out of the locker room and I give her an unamused look, “What?”“Don’t be ridiculous Lydia, that guy is bad news,” I tell her as we step out of the restaurant, I breathe in the fresh evening air. I am mentally and physically exhausted and I need to rest.“You say that but I see the opposite, I am a bit of an expert reading men Cassie,” she defends and it takes everything in me not
Cassandra’s POV“Was I supposed to let you bleed out on my couch?” I ask him, he seems to consider the question then shrugs. He groans and stands up.He looks around my living room, “Cozy,” he says before turning around, “You got anything in your kitchen?” he asks already walking towards the kitchen.I quicky follow him, he is injured yet he manages to eat up the floor in long strides, “What happened last night?” I say slamming my fridge shut when he opens it.He raises a brow and gestures down at his body, “What does it look like?”I place myself between him and the fridge before he has a chance to open it again, folding my arms I say, “I need a less vague answer.”He looks down at me, a smirk playing on his bruised lips. He suddenly leans forward, completely entering my personal space. I squeak in surprise and his smirk only gets deeper, he leans his face close enough for me to hear his ragged breath, “That’s all I can give you princess,” he whispers softly and his breath tickles my
Cassandra’s POVI take the seat Ray offers because my legs are suddenly shaking, “Hunters, shit I almost got caught by Hunters.”“Amongst other things,” Ray says and I am about to snap at him when I see his face, he is not wearing a cocky smirk but looks quite pissed.“You are a rogue too, aren’t you?” I ask him and he turns to me, “It makes sense, that’s why you haven’t asked me about my pack.”“Ray the rogue, maybe I should have introduced myself like that,” Ray strokes his chin and smirks.“You can’t stay here anymore Cassandra,” he tells me, “They are going to come back, you have no idea the terrible things they do to the rogues they capture.”I look down at my hands, “What am I supposed to do then, this is all I’ve known for two years.”“Come with me,” he says and I look up at him in surprise, “I have a sort of safe place for rogues.”I scrunch my brows in confusion, “Isn’t that illegal, they would think you are raising an army of rogues. That is even worse than being captured al
Cassandra’s POVOn the way to my apartment, I am jumpy and hyper aware of my environment. I am turning at the slightest noise, ready to pounce if anyone shows up. Lydia keeps giving me weird looks. We get to the apartment just fine but I still hold my breath, I am still expecting something bad to happen. This is a bad idea, no, this is a terrible idea. We get to my door and I glance at Gerta’s door to check if it is still locked, my werewolf hearing cannot pick up any sound from her apartment. She really is gone.I unlock the door and walk through; Lydia follows immediately after and locks the door with all three bolts. She turns to me, “Is that better? We wouldn’t want anyone scaring you to death,” I really do not appreciate her sarcasm, I am the one on edge right now.I ignore her and head for my bathroom, as I predicted the necklace is on top of the sink where I left it last night while treating Ray’s wounds. I breathe a sigh of relief and grab it, clenching it in my fist I return
Ray’s POVI tighten my hold on Casaandra, if I had been even a second late, she would be a captive of the hunters. If I had been a second earlier, I would have saved her friend. I slowly drop her back on the couch.Guilt rolls over me in waves, I should have been faster, stronger, “This is my fault,” I say softly. I know Gray is standing at the door way.“That is a very heavy burden to bear Ray,” he says and I stand up before turning to him, he is leaning on the doorway.“How is the friend?”He sighs and stands straight, “She is in critical condition, internal bleeding. She might not make it.”My fist clenches, “Do whatever you can,” I snap at him.“She needs blood Ray, we can’t just waltz into the hospital and demand it,” Ray snaps back. I rub my face in frustration, “If she has just listened and gone with you, all this would have been avoided,” Gray tells me.“That’s enough,” I cut him off before he can say more, my fist clenches even tighter, “If we can’t get human blood then use m