#cass:threads

Cassandra had studied the spell carefully for many days. She’d figured out it was the one Helena had been trying to complete that day she’d heard her sister scream and gotten a spell book thrown at her for daring to check on her. (Maybe it hadn’t gone exactly like that, but that was the version Cassandra told herself happened).

It had taken Cassandra a while to warm up to Cameron. Not from lack of interest, but moreso out of caution. She still wasn’t entirely convinced that at any moment her father or Q would come storming into the room where she and Cameron were and tear her away from him to be punished. He’d punish both of them, regardless of who Cam’s parents were probably. She didn’t want that to happen.

She wasn’t seeking him out. She just happened to be in the same place as him. Cassandra stood outside the arcade, debating whether or not she wanted to be seen inside such a childish place. It was almost laughable. But she’d never been inside of an arcade before, and she was a little curious.

Cassandra knew her father would be furious if he saw her in this outfit, which is why she’d worn a cloak when leaving the house. Now, however, she was free for a time, and she proudly displayed her body in the sheer dress, drinking up the looks she got but maintaining that air of aloofness that kept them at bay.

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“Do you have human blood in stock?” Cassandra asked the sales clerk. Her normal contact for blood was recovering from the earthquake and she had orders to fulfill. She knew it was unlikely that Oleander’s carried anything other than animal blood, considering selling blood in general required a license and was difficult to store, but desperate times required unpleasant measures sometimes.

“I’m surprised you’re participating in this farce, but at least you actually have some style,” Cassandra observed as she found Oisín in the crowd of people. “They’re taking a celebration of darkness and the dead and making it about . . . cotton candy and roller coasters.” She wrinkled her nose. “It’s disgusting.”