been physically able to leave a long time ago, but every few days, he would seem to lose some of his strength and Cassandra wondered what that wolf had done to him. But by the next morning, he’d be better. Soon, they would both have to leave. Supplies were dwindling.
Normally, Jordan would have returned by now. Even if he’d taken off out of anger, he would have known to bring back supplies. He was gone for good. Cassandra knew this in her heart. Niko would leave her and she would need to face the agora, the marketplace, for the first time ever.
“You should come home with me,” Niko said one evening as they ate fish he had caught and a chunk of bread made with the last of the grain and olive oil.
“I can’t do that,” Cassandra said, shaking her head.
“You know he’s not coming back.”
She didn’t answer him. Admitting it to herself was one thing. Admitting it to Niko made it more real. Anger suddenly overwhelmed her. How could my own brother do this to me? How could he put me in this position? She was tired of defending him. She hurled her piece of bread at the ground and sprang to her feet.
“Of course I know that,” she shouted, throwing her hands about. “He’s arrogant and selfish and cares about no one except himself! He’s waited for this time for … for ever . For the time when he could be free of any obligations. He’s out there on his adventures, exploring land and sea. He’s probably already forgotten he even has a sister. Yes. I know he’s not coming back.”
Cassandra stomped outside into the chilly night. She sucked in a deep breath of humid air tainted with the smoky smell from their fire inside. She also smelled the change in seasons as colder weather approached. She threw her head back and blew out the air in a huff of exasperation. The stars above seemed brighter and more numerous than usual and the sky itself felt so close, she thought she could reach up and touch it. She couldn’t help but wonder if Jordan stared at the same stars and moon and the thought gave her the sudden urge to lift her hand up and brush away the sparkles as though they were granules of dirt on her tunic. But then that would wipe away possibly the only connection she had with anyone on this Earth.
She hadn’t heard Niko follow her out, so she startled at his touch when he placed his hands on her shoulders.
“So why do you care if he returns?” he asked quietly.
Cassandra sighed, ignoring the sting behind her eyes. “Because he’s all I have.”
Niko stepped around her, facing her. She fell against him and cried into his chest for several minutes. He wrapped his arms around her and held her. When she finally stopped, he lifted his hand and stroked a brush of heat across her cheek, wiping away the tears. Then he placed his finger under her chin and lifted her face toward his.
“You have me,” he murmured. His lovely green eyes stared into hers, questioning if she understood. Her heart hammered. Her knees went weak. Too flustered to do anything, she just stood there as he bent over and brushed his lips against hers. A jolt of pleasure charged through her lips and spread through her chest and to her heart. “If you’ll have me, that is.”
Oh, did she want him. In many more ways than she could comprehend. But it was impossible. She couldn’t have a lasting relationship with anyone, no matter how badly she wanted it. Niko may care for her now, but when he found out about her—which he would eventually—he’d probably be part of the crowd that stoned her to death to get rid of the demon. With this thought, she understood Jordan’s need to find others like them. She didn’t change her mind about what kind of blood coursed through her veins, but she did see how the only people they could ever be around were others like them. And not like Niko.
She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She looked Niko in the eye and, pushing her true feelings into a corner of her heart, she
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