“Kade!” Cassie yells. “Oh my God! I missed you so much! Tell them we’re getting married and to stop bullying me! Oh and get your filthy hands off him, you whore!” “Fuck off,” I mutter through the material covering my mouth. Stacey scowls, her hand clenching into a fist as if she’s going to punch her. And as much as I’d love to see it, I won’t put Stacey under any stress. Cassie comes running straight for us, but I roll my eyes and put a bullet in her skull before she can reach me.
