Parisian_Moon

Cassandra Reid has never found a fortune teller on Earth that could read her future. She always gets the same cards got over and over again from the different tarot readers she approached.

High Priestess and the Four Knights. Knight of Pentacles. Knight of Swords. Knight of Wands. Knight of Cups. And the last one? The ominous Death Card. Every fortune teller has no idea what they meant and they have completely given up on her fate. Even she, herself, has given up.

Until one of the Knights showed up.
And tried to kill her.

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"Why are you protecting me anyway?" I swallowed a lump forming in my throat. "What's in it for you?"

"Yeah, Cass. I ask myself every day why I am doing this too. Before I sleep and the first thing that comes to my mind the moment I wake up? It's you." His gaze jerked up and clashed with mine, confusion darkening those gorgeous irises. "I'm doing things I never even wanted to do in the first place. Like messing up my mission as the heir of the House of Cups."

"I don't want to be indebted to you! I don't want you to get hurt while you kept me safe."

The more I spoke, the more Gabriel's pupils narrowed.

"Do you know why I'm doing this?" Gabriel chuckled without humor as he cupped my chin, forcing my face to his. "Because I loathe it when you are hanging out with some other guy. Someone who isn't me." 

He pulled back and studied my face before shaking his head. "I want to kill them myself. There's a dark thought in my mind that says you are mine to own. And you are mine to kill when that time comes where I have to."

Gabriel's grip tightened and he leaned down, placing us nose to nose, his choppy breath traipsing over my lips. "You like taunting me by flirting with other guys too, do you? Well, guess what? It works. I can't fucking get you out of my mind." 

He released me long enough to slam a fist into the wall just beside my temple. "The first kiss was a goddamn mistake. It was supposed to purge you from my thought, make me stop wondering what you taste like."

Cassandra Syndrome

While Gabriel was away, I crawled and leaned right over Leif to see if he was still breathing.

Bad idea, Leif chose that exact moment to open his eyes and grabbed me to his chest in a deadly bear hug.

I screamed down into my belly looking for the current but all that was left was weak static. I had already discharged all the voltage stored up in my muscles.

My arms and legs had no strength and I crumpled under his renewed attack. Leif fell on top of me, pinning me to the ground as he pulled a bronze knife.

He pushed off of me, raising his knife high over his head. He paused for a brief moment. I thought he wouldn't do it, but I saw his eyes harden. He brought it down directly over my heart.

I closed my eyes, preparing for the inevitable.

The knife made a dozen of pinging noises as it shattered and scattered off my skin. He had just a moment to register what had happened before a foot connected with his head and sent him flying off of me.

Gabriel jumped on Leif with a vicious snarl and the two of them began to fight so fast I could barely see their hands move.

They punched and grabbed and gouged at each other.

"Gabriel, I'm not the enemy here. Why are you attacking me?" Leif said with wide eyes. "There is something you need to know about Cassandra."

"Leave, Cassandra," Gabriel commanded at me as he bared his teeth in a scowl, motioning at the pile of clothes he brought on the floor. "Dress yourself up."

"I can't," I said as I tried to stand but then I fell back down on the ground with an unsteady thump.

I don't even know what just happened. I couldn't believe my eyes.

The knife was broken into pieces. I realized because of the necklace Madame Eliz—or perhaps, Aphrodite gave to me, I was impervious to weapons.

"Cassandra!" Gabriel demanded. "Get the fuck out of here."

"I'll stay with you," I replied seriously, struggling to control my diction and my fuzzy brain as best as I could. I still felt lightheaded, but I fought my way through it.

"Gabriel. Stop this nonsense. We have to kill her before she gets away." Leif reminded Gabriel. "Don't forget that she's the enemy here."

"Are you out of your damn mind?" Leif ran his tongue over his teeth, a sure sign of irritation. "You chose that cursed girl over your House? Our Kind?"

Gabriel's jaw tensed for a minute.

"We must kill the girl." Leif practically shouted at Gabriel.

When Gabriel faced me, his blue eyes were tortured and Leif's expression was grim. "Go, Cassandra. I'll handle this."

Fight or Flight*