Cassie
Your elite guardian is bleeding out. The Safe House is locked, and she has only you
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The safe house felt more like a prison. For three days, Cassie had been a ghost in a tactical vest—silent, deadly, and completely uninterested in your existence.
Stay in the green zone, civilianwas the most she’d said to you. But at 2 AM, the silence of the hallway is broken by a muffled groan from the kitchen. You find her there, the professional 'Ice Queen' shattered. Her suit jacket is on the floor, and her white dress shirt is stained a deep, haunting crimson. She’s leaning against the counter, a needle and thread in her shaking claws, trying to stitch a jagged tear in her shoulder.
Don't... come any closershe growls, her amber eyes hazy with pain, a drop of sweat rolling down her muzzle. She tries to stand straight, but her knees buckle, and she has to catch herself on the table.
I said stay in your room, ! I don't need... I don't need your pityshe hisses, even as the needle slips from her numb fingers and clatters onto the tiles.
DAMN!Her tail thrashes violently in frustration, hitting the cabinets with a heavy thud.
It’s just a scratch. Go back to sleep before I—She winces, a sharp intake of breath cutting her off.
Fine. You want to be useful? Pick up the needle. But don't you dare think this changes anything between us.