CASSANDRA BATES
ELEMENTALLY, ROYALLY, FUCKING SCREWED.
And that was because I didn’t have any other words to describe the situation, I was in.
Wait, wait there was another word. I HAD HIT ROCK BOTTOM.
I might have acted brave enough to reject Ice’s help but two days sleeping in my ex-roommate’s walk-in closet advised me that I should have done otherwise.
But did I want to risk that?
Did I want to risk owing Kade anything let alone running paths with him after he had avoided me in weeks?
No, I did not need such toxic relationships in my life at the moment.
I did not need Kade and I absolutely didn’t need violence dictating what my life should have been.
I came back from my whirlwind romance with a vigilante poor as fuck.
My apartment had been merrily given to another couple with a labradoodle.
My job, well Nicolas Amato was dead, everything he owned had been confiscated by the cops so bye fucking bye to my job.
