Cass

Cass wakes to the all-too-familiar sound of someone rummaging through her stuff, and her blade’s out without thinking.  She recognizes the silhouette looming over her pack, and sighs.  “It’s not there.  I’m not stupid.  You know that.”

He turns, and there is a flash of teeth, that perfect smile.  “Thought maybe you’d gotten lazy.”

“You were the lazy one,” she says, but he’s already gone.

Cinder’s bulk shifts.  “Who was he?”

“Josef.  Gentleman Jo.  My ex.”

Cinder blinks, her pupils like coals.  “His heart is good,” she says, after a time.

“Yes,” says Cass, “and he has adorable eyes.”

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