Stalking leveling up

Meanwhile…

Dean sat in a swivel chair, biting the tip of his thumb in deep thought. Despite the piles of unneeded papers flooding his office, he wasn't working. Narrowing his eyes, the corner of his mouth curled into a crazed smirk, his eyes gleaming with interest.

"Haha…" A shallow laugh escaped him as he shook his head. "Ahh. This is getting interesting."

Leaning back, he bounced slightly in the chair and ran his tongue across his cheek.

"That bastard," he muttered, laughing under his breath. "He and she are a crazy match."

His eyes continued to glow with amusement as he shook his head.

Last night… he was there.

At the same club where Cassandra had been drinking.

Since hearing about Cassandra and Jonathan's engagement, Dean knew he had to act. He couldn't just wait for Cassandra to respond to his emails—she was clearly avoiding him.