[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Hindu Temple – Cary, IL 
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When he leans in, I’m expecting him to say the words again or tease me and call me a tomato. I am not expecting him to speak French. Even if it's Canadian French and it’s broken and spoken slower than it should be, it still freezes me in place. He can speak French?

All I can do is stare at him. Nic leans in closer to kiss me, but I can’t even close my eyes or enjoy the kiss. I’m in shock. He turns away from me, asking where to go next. He pulls on my hand, and I take a broken step forward.

[color=#DB7093]”Um…”[/color] I look around, feeling slightly disoriented. I gesture in a random direction, needing to get my bearings.

Not only did Nic speak French, but he called me gorgeous and said he was in constant awe of me. I truly didn’t believe I was worthy of such praise, but I liked the molten feeling that moved under my skin to match the cold tingling I felt when he whispered in my ear.

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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago Werewolf Pack Compound ---> Car  – Chicago, IL
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Avery and I are free to leave the house, but I don’t think any of us left that meeting particularly happy. I’m indifferent. I have more information on who the killer might be and I tell Avery the directions. I tap my fingers on my leg, processing everything.

[color=#B0C4DE]”You okay, boss?”[/color] Avery asks me.

He pulls me from my thoughts, but I shake my head. [color=#006400]”Something doesn’t feel right. Levi is not right, neither is Terrance,”[/color] I state. Avery looks at me, confused. [color=#006400]”Ah, it’s fine. Just pent-up energy from being in that place.”[/color]

I pull out my phone and look at my messages. I smile and dial Nero’s number rather than text back.