MY HEART SKIPPED A BEAT when I saw a black escalade near the house we would be staying at for the night. As Cassandra parked and turned off the engine, I wondered if I should be scared. What if this was a setup? Would Bria go through all that trouble just to get us sent back to that horrid place?
"I don't like this, Cassandra," I said, meeting her eyes. "Whose car is that? You didn't say anything about someone else being here."
She shrugged and her hand was already going towards the door handle. "She wouldn't turn us in." As if she had read my thoughts, she gave me a reassuring smile. "Bria is a good person, Harry, and she put her life at risk to help get the four of us out of there. Why go through all that trouble just to betray us, hmm? It doesn't make sense."
My eyes locked with the other car in the driveway, "Let's just leave. I'm sure we can take care of ourselves." When Cassandra looked at me, my expression was desperate. Something about this had me on edge and I wanted to keep going until I knew we were safe.
"I know we can but—"
Just then the front door of the house opened, and a man walked out onto the porch as if he had been expecting us. I recognized him immediately, even through his mask, and the fear within me quickly transformed into anger. The sight of him brought a sick feeling to my stomach, confirming that something was indeed wrong. What the hell was he doing here? Cassandra never mentioned someone else being here with us and neither did Bria before we parted ways.
"What's he doing here?" I snarled.
There was a small smile on Cassandra's face, "To help us, from the looks of it." She was already unbuckling her seat belt and getting out the car. "I'm going to talk to him."
"What? No—"
"I'll be right back. Sit tight."
I groaned, "Fine. If I see anything strange, I'm getting us out of here. I'll throw you over my shoulder if I have to."
"Like some crazed psychopath?" she asked, one hand already on the door to close it and the other placed on the side of the car to support her as she leaned in to look at me. She looked amused and I fought back the urge to smile. Every time I looked at her, I thought of the Cassandra in my other life...the one who faked her death and betrayed me.
"Sure," was my response.
She slammed the car door shut and I watched her approach the man on the front porch. The wind blew at her hair and my attention went to the bushes on the sides of the porch. I half expected someone to jump out and inject her with some kind of sedative. I took a nervous glance back at Sydney and Amira, who were both knocked out cold.
When I turned back to look at Cassandra, her arms were wrapped around the man in a tight hug and I was able to see his lips moving as he spoke to her. She was the first one to break out of the embrace and my eyes widened at the sight of her suddenly hitting him with all her might, slapping him across his mask and on his shoulders. I found myself practically falling out of the car to get to them to see what the hell was going on.
"Don't you ever do that again!" Cassandra snapped, kicking at him now.
He grabbed her wrists, "I had no choice! You know I didn't!"
"Hey!" I yelled, marching up the stairs leading to the porch.
He turned to face me and smiled at me through his mask, "Ah, you must be—"
I punched him.
As soon as he fell onto the white wood, Cassandra held her arm out in front of me to prevent me from causing anymore damage. "Yep. He deserved that. But we still need him unharmed if he's going to help us."
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Candles
Fanfiction[C O M P L E T E D ✓] They were curious. They both had their own share of secrets. He was a man living in the present. She was a woman living in the past. He was a candle, ready to see everything she was keeping in the dark. And she was the w...
