Crayvin
I narrow my gaze, trying to decipher what it is that has my girl acting nervous and I spot it. Her eyes, glinting and scrutinizing, are holding Cassandra hostage.
Fucking Faith Hover.
Cassandra has her hands wrapped tightly around the bar on the cart, her feet planted and frozen. I begin placing our items on the belt and gently pull it forward, forcing Cassandra to come stand next to me.
"Well, Crayvin Smith, it's always nice seeing you. Out of uniform today, huh?" Faith says, popping the gum in her mouth.
A chill runs up my spine as I look at her with disgust. "We're off duty. So, hence, no uniform."
She gives Cassandra the evil eye and totally disregards her, treating her like she isn't even there.
Except for the fiery gaze she holds, burning Cassandra at her will.
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