And Then There Were Four

Cassie.

dismissed it as if I was the one who had a problem.

The moment I left my brother's room, I couldn't help but feel a little hopeless in this entire situation. I've never been the kind of girl to be weak. I was always the girl who stood out, who didn't take shit from anyone. And the one time I really did need my brother's advice, he

I didn't understand it. I had been there for him countless times over the years. Even though we had our differences, it didn't matter. I still came to his aid if he needed it. And the one time I needed him, all he wanted to do was be balls deep in a girl who was supposed to be my friend. Tears streamed down my face and quickly I wiped them away. This was nothing but a sign of weakness. At least that was how I was raised. And right now, more than anything, I kind of wish I had my father's here to help guide me through all of this.

I know for fact my father, Talon, would be a little disappointed in how I was acting. He had raised me to be strong, to not take crap from anyone. And even though he had raised me that way, I still had that weakness of emotional instability. Or at least that was what my therapist had called it when I was younger.

I stepped into my room and closed the door behind me, sinkin to my knees. Perhaps Lucas didn't want me, but I couldn't help but feel a little jealous over the fact everything I was doing wasn't good enough for him to realize I was trying to help him. Yes, it was my fault I had acted the way I did and pushed him away.

I didn't meant to. I was scared initially when I found out he was my mate and now I regret the way I acted. I was stubborn and impulsive, andl had a hard time adjusting to the reality of things sometimes. But that was my own selfish intent causing me to be that way.

Thinking back to Melissa, my best

friend who died at my hands, I

couldn't help but wish she was here now, that she was able to be by my side and guide me through what needed to do. She wasn't just my friend back then, she was like a sister to me in a way even though I had wanted her to be my mate. I would have been fine with her simply being my friend.

The soft, whooshing sound of the wind swirling outside alerted me, and as I quickly stood to my feet, the curtains of my balcony billowed from the breeze coming through my room. A shadowed figure stepped from the moonlight and into the dim lighting of my bedroom.

Silas stood there. He was the last person I had expected to see after everything that had happened at the library. But with here, part of me felt kind of hopeful. "What are you doing here?"

The moment his bluish-green eyes locked with mine, I felt myself slightly weakened. Through this whole time I had known him, there was always something about him that made my heart skip just a little bit more, and it was something I never understood.

Watching his tall, muscular form

stride towards me very slowly, I couldn't help but take a step back, only to find the door blocking any chance of escape. Stopping inches from me, he let out a soft sigh and shook his head as he cast his eyes to the floor.

"I'm sorry that I left you the way that I did, Cassie," he muttered before his eyes locked with mine. "Your question simply brought up memories I had hoped never to think of again."Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Oh." It was the only thing I could manage to get out as he stood there, trying to explain himself to me. "I'm sorry I wasn't trying to upset you."

"You have no reason to apologize to me," he replied as he lifted his hand to gently brush down the side of my face.

I wasn't sure what to do with him being so close and the delicious smell of him swirled around me. It fogged my mind, making it hard to think. "Why do you make me feel this way?"