And Then There Were Four

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as the corners of her eyes crinkled in amusement. She may have been the dean of students, but something about her seemed completely off. "Tell you what... you answer a few of my questions and I will take you to him. Does that sound fair enough to you?" "Take me to him?" Laughter escaped me as I shook my head. "There is nothing that you can tell me, and I don't have time for the games. I'm sure there are other students around here drunk that you can harass."

The moment I tried to walk past her, she gripped my arm firmly and stopped me in my tracks. Shocked and irritated that she would touch me, I ripped my arm from her hand and stared down at her. "Please refrain from touching me."

She wasn't in the slightest phased by the Lycan aura surrounding me. In fact, she seemed almost thrilled she was able to bring forth this part of me as if she was almost hoping she could. "My apologies. I simply wanted to help you."

"As I said, I don't have time for this. No please leave me alone." My reply was short, but when I turned away from her once more, her words stopped me.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Even if it's about your father and those remarkable gifts you have?"

Stunned in silence, I turned once more to face her. I wasn't sure if she was messing with me. Yet staring at her, she showed no signs of deception.

I didn't know my father, and as far as I was told, he abandoned my mother and I when I was two. Part of me wanted to tell her to fuck off, because honestly, I didn't want to know the piece of shit who left me. The ache it brought my mother was something unbearable, and when she died two months ago, I hated him more for leaving.

The other part of me, though... was intrigued.

"What about him?"

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Cassie.

"Dude, you look like crap. Hungover

from last night?" Sansa's question caused me to roll my eyes as I grumbled underneath my breath, had hardly slept after what

happened with Lucas, and actuat

had been searching for him all

morning to see where he had gone.

I wanted to confront him, ask him what the hell his problem was. Yet, everywhere I looked, he wasn't there. Even his bed had looked untouched as if he hadn't even slept there last night.

"No, just slept like shit," I finally

replied as I grabbed a cup of coffee from the barista and turned, heading towards our usual table on the far left wall of the room. I hadn't seen Trixie at all this morning, and while I had expected her to come bounding towards me with endless amounts of rainbows and sunshine, I was pleased she hadn't.

There was too much confusion in my mind right now to deal with another one of her many lectures on my appearances and also what we were supposed to be doing in magic class. Not that I needed it. Most of the students there could barely use their magic. Yet the teacher told me it's about me being able to control it... and I could, mostly.

"So, are you going to just act like you didn't sneak off with Lucas last night?" Sansa stated in a matter-of-factly. My eyes quickly darted to where she sat as I tried to understand how she even knew that.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Rolling her eyes, she opened her mouth to speak, but a smooth, sultry voice perked my ears to attention instead. "Hey gorgeous, still dancing this morning, I see?"

It was Silas, and god, did he look absolutely delicious. "Silas."

Running his hand through his dark chocolate brown hair, he gave me that signature white smile, flexing his arms as he leaned over the table. The conversation with him from the night before had been enchanting, to say the least, but of course, quickly died when Lucas made an appearance and went all high and mighty.