Cassandra paused, a flicker of confusion crossing her mind.
Wasn't he just in a bad mood earlier? Why was he calling her now?
After a moment's hesitation, she answered the call. "Hello?"
"Wait for me at the school gate." Nathan's voice came through the receiver, calm and steady, with an air of certainty.
She instinctively frowned. "You—"
"I'm in the parking lot. I'll be there soon to pick you up," he cut her off, his tone clipped and leaving no room for argument. "It's windy tonight. Bundle up, don't catch a cold."
The call ended before she could protest.
Cassandra stood there, phone in hand, the chilly breeze nipping at her thin coat.
She glanced down at the darkened screen, a peculiar feeling stirring within her.
The way Icicle had spoken just now felt so natural, as if they wer
