"Gorgeous, huh?"
I roll my eyes at Eric, but his comment has Cassie blushing like mad. "Please," I beg my friend, "Don't feed their egos. They don't need it. Especially not Eric."
"Hey!" He pouts, but an arm on the shoulder from Joey stops him from continuing.
It does not, however, stop Cassie's curiosity. She laughs once, then grabs my shoulder, turning us away from the boys, hissing, "Okay, new question. Why are you so friendly with the two richest men in the country?!"
That's... actually a good question, and I stop to think. We've only known each other for three days, and I was unconscious for ninety percent of that. Plus, a decent bit of that other ten percent was me running for my life as these two tried to kill me for some still unknown reason. Is this because of this Fated Mate
