I feel lost

Cassandra would rarely do something reckless, whether in this lifetime or the last. Finn knew her well enough to sense that something was wrong. She lived a carefully controlled life, and for her to suddenly break the rules she had set for herself—it worried him.

So, when she called, he came.

Cassandra knew he would.

After all, just as she knew him, he knew her. No matter how unfeeling and cold he seemed, he would always be there for her. No matter what.

As soon as Finn pulled over, he rushed into the exclusive bar Cassandra had asked him to come to. His eyes scanned the room until he spotted her slumped over the bar counter, her seat nearly tipping from the weight of her body.

"Cassy," he whispered before striding to her side. Just in time, he grabbed her arm to keep her from falling. "Hey, hey."