The knife on my back feels familiar when I turn around the final corner. It’s annoyingly sharp, just like how Cassandra likes to keep it.
“You came.”
I don’t move a muscle. “Of course, I did.”
“A part of me thought maybe you wouldn’t.” She removes the knife, allowing me to breathe properly. “You’ve proven yourself less fickle than I figured you would be.”
I finally face her. Cassandra isn’t wearing the usual uniform she likes to display so proudly. Instead, she has opted for the businesswoman look that would fool anyone walking through the streets.
“I had a reminder of what I am here for.”
Cassandra’s gaze is searching. It takes everything in me not to squirm. “I thought you might have.” She taps a finger under her chin. “You didn’t come here alone.”
I freeze. “I am alone.”
“Now
