Luka's POV
Everything she said made sense from a logical standpoint. The bar was closing and we were stuck, the hotel was the most practical solution. But the idea of being in a hotel room alone with Cassandra while my brain kept insisting she reminded me of Isis was dangerous. I wasn't so sure about this. I wasn't sure I could trust myself.
"I don't know," I hedged. "Maybe we should just wait here until they kick us out, see if the rain lets up?"
"Do you have a family waiting at home?" Cassandra asked suddenly.
The question caught me off guard. "What does that have to do with anything?"
She shrugged. "I figured you were against the hotel idea because you have a wife and kids at home. And maybe not coming home tonight would make them worry."
I was quiet for some moments as I thought
