CHAPTER 11

Cassandra’s POV

“Speaking of the devil. How did you even find me?!” he asked, getting up from his initial resting position.

“I didn’t know you were already thinking about me.” I stared down at him. His face was lifted in a way you would think he was annoyed. And I guess there was only one way to find out.

I dropped to his level and sat on the grass, my hand moving over the blades as I wondered how he found this comfortable. The pointy parts of the blades prickled my skin most uncomfortably but I told myself it was worth every prickle as long I got to get through to him. Which was something that had a very slim percent chance of working.

“You can’t tell me you want to be here. You hate the outdoors, Cassie. What do you want?” His tone is flat like his expression wasn’t clear enough.

Did he think I couldn’t see the reluctance in his eyes?

“Just wondering why you are touching grass when the day has barely started.” I tried to move my head in his direction, bending properly so I cou