Cassie's POV.
The microwave hummed quietly as I stood in the kitchen, my arms folded over my chest. I could still smell the faint trace of alcohol in the air from earlier when Daelan had stumbled in. My stomach growled again, reminding me of why I was even up.
Just as I reached for the microwave's timer to check how much longer the food had, my phone vibrated on the counter. I picked it up.
"Hey," Sandy said, her voice chirpy as usual. "So my aunt's butler just called me. He said he's almost at your place, should be at the door any second now."
As if on cue, the doorbell rang as i blinked.
"Well, that was fast." I muttered and walked to the door.
I looked through the peephole and saw a man in a dark suit holding a small stack of books. I opened the door and gave a small, tired smi
