Chapter 90: Stratagist
Griffin~
I had rented the penthouse of a five-star hotel. The place was extravagant—marble floors that gleamed under pretty golden lights, a modern open kitchen, a spacious living area with velvet couches, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city. Two rooms, each with a king-sized bed, separated by a long corridor. A place of comfort, a place of luxury.
But comfort was the last thing Cassandra wanted.
She walked in behind me, her movements smooth, calculated. She tilted her head, assessing the space with an impassive expression before turning to me, her arms crossed. "Not bad, Blackthorn. I expected something filthier."
I smirked, shoving my hands into my pockets. "Oh, trust me, sweetheart, I thought about putting you in a dingy motel, but then I figured—you’d probably kill me in my sleep."
Cassandra let out a slow, humorless chuckle. "Smart boy."
Ignoring her, I picked up the service phone and ordered some food—steak, potatoes, a side of vegetables. I had no idea what she liked, and I wasn’t about to ask. After placing the order, I turned back to her, watching as she leaned against the arm of the couch, those sharp, deadly eyes fixed on me.
She was like a storm coiled tight, waiting for the right moment to strike.
I rubbed my jaw, deciding to break the silence. "So, tell me, Cassandra... how does someone like you get into the business of slaughtering vampires? Did you wake up one day and think, ’Hey, murder sounds fun’?"
She scoffed. "Not your business."
I grinned. "C’mon, humor me. We’re stuck together for the night. Might as well get to know each other, right?"