Chapter 3
“It’s just, I hate the fact that you can’t do magic, okay?” Cassandra blurted, stopping in the vestibule. She tilted her head to look up at him. “I hate how vulnerable you are because of it. I just want you to be protected.”
Aiden blinked at her. “You’ve known that about me since we were little.”
Cassandra rolled her eyes. “No shit, Sherlock. And I’ve hated it since then. But I didn’t know a good enough general protection spell until now, or I would’ve used it before.” She flattened her lips, looking at him as if she hoped to see signs of his newly minted safety on his face. “It freaks me out that the only things you have to protect yourself with are an antique sword and an amulet with other people’s spells on them. It just sucks, that’s all.”