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~Cassandra~
Six months later
The sun caresses my face as I hang out in the garden with the little ones. Recently, they learned to sit, so now they explore the world with all the enthusiasm they both have, as they babble to each other. They are tearing stems of any wildflowers in their way.
Leon tries befriending the ladybird as his small fingers try to catch the poor creature. It flies away, making him upset. Liane starts to cry, seeing her brother’s trembling lip.
“The poor ladybird is flying to her children. Let it go, baby.” My daughter’s hair has changed color into much a lighter shade of brown from the raven she was born with. I swear her beaut
iful eyes have some green in them. My son’s shiny brown locks curl around his ears, making him look like a naughty chubby angel. The blue eyes always are pondering his next move.
Their bond is incredible. Neither know how to live without each other. If one goes to bed first, the little one waits for the other to come to bed before settling. Sometimes we find their hands reaching for each other through the gaps, as a reassurance they are not alone.
After the rage episode three months ago, I started to feel less anxious around Logan. I divulge some of the things to him, but he understands I need space and time to heal. Regardless, my feelings for him continue to grow.
The throbbing need under my skin reminds me we haven’t finished what we started in the pool that night. The intensity between us only grew for the past three months. I’m feeling helpless to deny him. Thankfully, he never crossed the line, always concerned for my well-being. He never abused my trust by demeaning me as my stepfather did. Instead, he dived down into the battle with my demons just to give me his strength to fight them off.
The growing sexual tension between us is becoming unbearable to ignore. Logan’s words still echo in my head, making it spin with erotic anticipation. I swear the room is like a sauna whenever he is around.
“Hey, here you are!” Logan jogs towards us.
Changed into light blue jeans and a light grey T-shirt, he looks delicious enough to eat. Giving me a kiss on my temple, Logan picks up his daughter first, making her cackle in delight. My boy turns on his back and starts to kick his legs in excitement as he raises his hand towards his dad.
“Did you eat already? I thought we could go visit your sister.” He places Liane on the mat to say hello to Leon.
“We could cook something to take to her. I was told she wants to use her free day to do some gardening. Arianna is still in school yet.” I kiss our daughter’s head, then raise her above my head to fly like an angel, trying to distract her from being upset. She beams at me from above.
This man’s easy grin widens, drawing me to his dimples and then I trace the outline of his lips with my gaze. Logan groans, his eyes reflecting the same desire.
“If you want something, Cassandra, you just need to ask.” His words startle me. My mouth parts, the lump in my throat making it hard for me not only to breathe but to respond. I’m in so much trouble!
He sets Leon on to the grass next to Liane, then turns to me with a determined expression. His green eyes darken, and those hands of his don’t hesitate to draw me to him, settling his weight on top of me.
“Did you think about my deal, Night?” I nod because my throat is so dry I can’t make a sound. “Are you ready to give me an answer?” I lock my eyes on his lips, much like a fascinated cat on her prey before she pounces.
“Cassandra?” His gruff voice causes shivers to erupt over my skin. However, he doesn’t give me time to answer as his light stubble grazes my neck and I gasp when he attacks my parted lips.
There was no time for me to be prepared for him. Strong intensity is taking us under. But, Leon somehow finds a way to get our attention, with his chastising babbling and inquiring eyes. Liane follows behind as well as she locks her small fist, trying to catch her twin brother. We have two unhappy babies who are determined to stop us from our make-out session.
A short while later, the babies get restless in the back of the car, making little unhappy cries as we drive to my sister’s. I start talking to my daughter, trying to distract her from crying.
Logan’s furrows his eyebrows in concern. “Do you think they will be able to bear the entire trip to your sister’s?”
“Perhaps we could stop for fifteen minutes to give them a chance to cool down. Change them, if needed?” I try to distract Leon from his musings. I have all sort of toys in my bag for any potential meltdown, but I can feel their anxious energy and waning patience.
“I’ll stop to buy some wine. Perhaps the kids need a break.” After a long search, Logan finds a spot to park. I volunteer to run to buy wine, since I need few other items. With the twins in the stroller, they go to walk while I head to the store.
At the pharmacy, I get some nappies, baby food, and Tylenol for my headache. The wine shop is just next door, so I quickly duck in. Red wine will go perfectly with dinner. I’m still breastfeeding, so I won’t be having any, and Logan probably will try a glass with our meal. I pay and walk to the street, where it is quite hectic, as people are rushing to get back home from work.
A pain in my shoulder jars me, as I collide with some asshole who bulldozed through me like I wasn’t even there. The bottles and other goods slip from my hands onto the concrete. Lost for breath, I stand there in disbelief, then something else jolts me, pulling and calling. My breath freezes in my lungs and the people begin to move in slow motion.
The amplified sound of the crashing glass catches me unaware, rendering me speechless. Its shattering sound echoes around me, and inside me. Terror encases me. The charged atmosphere’s faltering, changing. The hollowness as the loud crash of glass vibrates through me. The air is too dense to breathe.
Tension fractures as if somebody smashed it. I exhale cold air—my lips are numb. Some sort of haze frames my sight, but I turn to look at the shattered glass on the ground. The thick substance is splashed on the concrete in an ominous message. I shake in dread as the white smoke coats my vision. The red liquid, like blood, seeps into my shoes. A scream locks in my throat.
Beep! Beep!
“Hey lady, get off the road!” the distorted voice tells me.
