After being let out of her little box, Cassandra Woods, is exposed to a new society created by the Reestablishment. With little memory of her past and uncertainty of her future, she not only builds bonds and rekindles them with unlikely persons but...
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𝑄 𝑈 𝐸 𝑆 𝑇 𝐼 𝑂 𝑁 𝑆 invaded her mind on the way back to her room from the dinner. Who was this Juliette Ferrars? Why did she seem to dislike her already? Why did she get an unsettling feeling around the girl? What was the real reason that Warner wanted her there?
Cassandra glanced up at Adam, who seemed persistent on being four steps in front of her at all times. She increased her pace to walk right next to him only to be one step behind.
"Why do you keep doing that?" She had asked.
"Doing what?"
From the tone in his voice she wouldn't have been surprised if he had rolled his eyes or even pulled his gun on her.
"Walking so fast." Cassandra clarified.
"The faster I get you back, the faster I can go–"
"Back to your girlfriend?" She couldn't help but assume.
Adam abruptly stopped. "She's not my gir–just mind your business."
Cassandra nodded and walked right next to Adam – much to his displeasure. She couldn't help but open her mouth again, she was just too curious.
"Warner said that we had similar living situations . . . how similar?"
"Copy, paste and put next to each other similar." He said bluntly.
Cassandra help but blink a few times at his response, "Wait, wait. Next to each other? What do you mean put next to each other?"
Adam looked at her – confused.
"You both were held in the same facility. Same room except there was just a wall between you both. Did Kenji really not tell you?"
She shook her head. She pulled at the collar of her dress.
"Cassie?" He called out to her.
"Cassie calm down." Adam said, his arms stretched out to her. Only in that moment did he see it, the trickle of red that left her ears before her head tilted far back and he had to grab her.
Her hazel eyes fluttered open again, slowly adjusting to the familiar darkness of the room. She focused on the cracks on the wall in front of her.
One
Two
Three
There were three jagged cracks on the wall in front of her. All connecting with each other. Cassandra longed for a connection . . . with someone, anyone. But for now she would have to settle for making contact with her bland bowl of what she believed to be porridge.
She frowned down at the bowl and pushed it to the side. The bed creaked as Cassandra curled into the furthest corner of it, closing her eyes only for a second before the flames returned.
That yellow folder was the first thing Cassandra saw when she woke up, along with a middle aged man hovering near her. It was clutched tightly and creased in Warner's leathered grasp. His green eyes flickered over its contents then startlingly up at her.
"Good, you're awake." The folder was snapped close and placed on the table beside him. "You are quite a troublesome little thing, aren't you darling?" He smiled almost amused.
Cassandra made no attempt at replying and Warner noted this.
"When I said to get some rest, I didn't mean to drop in the middle of the hall." Warner then dismissed the man.
"Where's Kenji?"
"Doing his job I hope."
It was amusing to see her glare at him with such distaste and heated cheeks. Cassandra turned away from him and gazed around the room. It was clean, organized with various shades of white and grey.
This isn't my room
"Where am I?" Cassandra asked propping herself up.
"My room."
You have got to be kidding me
"Are you that desperate for a girl in your bed?"
Warner couldn't help but smirk, "You went willingly didn't you?"
Cassandra scoffed, "I was unconscious."
Warner shrugged, making his way over to her as she moved to get up.
"I wouldn't move that quickly."
"I'm not staying here with you." She needed to find Kenji.
"Cassandra."
As soon as her feet had touched the cold tile a wave of nausea soared through her and her legs had buckled under her. Warner swiftly grabbed her by the waist before she could fall, Cassandra held onto his jacket.
"I've got you, darling." He reassured her, gently helping her back onto the bed. "You may not wish to remain here but you need to rest. Even if it is for an hour longer."
Warner watched as the young woman in his bed sighed and reluctantly agreed.
"Good. I need to go sort out some things but Delalieu will be around shortly with something for you to eat."
With his back turned to her, Cassandra watched as Warner straightened his jacket and headed to the door.
