"I'm at home," Cassandra shot back, rolling her eyes. "Where else would I be?"
She sprawled lazily on the bed, her shoes and jacket haphazardly tossed on the floor.
Finally free from the crowd, she could unwind and act like her usual self—flopping around like a wild octopus, limbs splayed, rolling back and forth across the bed.
The day before, she'd arrived at Icicle's place and had been too preoccupied with preparing for her open class at Seaview High to take in her surroundings. She'd basically collapsed into bed the moment she stepped into the room.
But today, with nothing pressing to do, she chatted casually with Hawk-Eye over the phone while taking a proper look around the room.
The villa, though compact yet stylish, was elegant and well-crafted. Owning a place like this in a pri
