And Then There Were Four (Lilith Carrie)

Chapter 216: Denying Finns Offer

Cassie.

Thinking back on my past, I couldn't remember the first time I rode a bike or my first day of school. I

also could no longer remember what it was like the first time I had shifted, but standing on the balcony

terrace within my room, I could remember the first time I came to Asgard. It was the first time I felt like I

had somewhere where I belonged, and today was the day my future would be determined.

“Cassie, did you hear me calling you?" Sansa came over bright and early to help me prepare for the

day's events, and though I had felt like it was ages since I had seen her, I knew for her it had been a lot

less.

Letting a smile fall across my lips, a bit of laughter escaped me as I turned from the balcony. “You seem

more excited about getting out there than I am."

For the first time in a long time, I saw a sight of Sansa I hadn't seen in quite a while. Her look was more

relaxed. She wore her skinny jeans and a loose, flowing yellow shirt that complemented her skin color

quite well. Her hair was pulled back and styled into a beautiful high ponytail with loose curls that hung

around her face.

Even her makeup was more on the natural side.

This was the normality of her I enjoyed seeing. The one thing I hated more than anything were people

who tried to pretend they were something they were not and with Sansa, I always knew that when it

came to her, she would always be honest and up forth with me.

“You're damn right that I'm ready to get out there. You know how many hot guys are probably waiting

on the sidelines to talk to sweet girls? I mean, come on, you may be claimed, but I definitely am not,

and it's been a while since I've been laid, so excuse me if I want to go check out the competition."

There was nothing but amusement laced within her tone and her comment caused me to laugh. Sansa,

the party girl, was also extremely intelligent, and she loved men and loved watching them. She also

had a good head on her shoulders and she knew exactly what life expected of her. She had high

expectations and it would take one remarkable man to be able to capture her attention.

“Whatever you say," I muttered teasingly. “So, what monstrosity are you throwing me into today?" I

asked eagerly as I glanced around the room, half expecting there be some gown on a mannequin set

forth for me, ready for me to put on and parade around like the royalty I was supposed to be.

Sansa's eye met mine as she gave me a dumbfounded expression and shrugged her shoulders. “I

don't f*****g know. Go look in your closet and find something."

“Wait, are you telling me that I finally get to pick out my own outfit, and I don't have you or Freya trying

to tell me what I need to wear?"

The shock in my words caused Sansa to laugh as Ansley came into the room, looking slightly confused

with what was going on. “Is everything okay?"

Turning to Ansley, I nodded. “Yeah, everything's okay. Sansa was just letting me know that I actually

got to pick out my own clothes today."

Opening and closing her mouth, Ansley stood quietly as if she wanted to say something.

“Ansley, I can see that you want to say something. Do you want to offer your opinion? If so, by all

means, go ahead and offer it. There's no reason for you to be shy here." I was still trying to get used to

how this girl operated. I knew that she had issues with her previous matron, Solina.

But she should have known by now that I was completely different.

“I was simply going to suggest the black and red dress at the back of the closet that you fell in love with

when you first came here. You never got to wear it, perhaps you should wear it today. I mean, it is a

statement piece or whatever it is that you and Sansa call it.... I just figured since you get to pick your

own clothes, maybe you would want to wear that."

Her reply was timid but it made the smile upon my face grow wider. I was proud of her for sticking up

and saying what was on her mind, and honestly, her opinion and suggestion were f*****g fantastic. The

idea of wearing that dress today sent goosebumps over my skin as I wondered what the guys would

say when they saw me in it.

“I love that idea," I replied excitedly as I turned and made my way towards the closet, ready to sift

through the fabric to get ready for the day.

“Does this mean that I need to get changed if you're gonna be looking like a hooker today?" Sansa

called out after me, causing both of us to laugh as I shook my head and lifted the gown from its hanger.

I admired the material, eager to put it on and show everybody exactly who I was.

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Lucas.

After last night's conversation with Damian, I made sure to take myself back to my room and get plenty

of rest. And I appreciated his suggestion because I definitely needed it. The moment I had gotten back

to my room last night, I crashed easily but woke up feeling more refreshed than I had in weeks.

With my bag packed, I made my way down towards the arena. A new found determination in me that I

hadn't yet felt before. Yes, I had always been determined to prove myself to everybody else and to

prove myself to Cassie that I deserved her. But this was the first time that I wanted to prove to

somebody else that I was worth it.

I had f****d up tremendously when it came to Cassie's family. Having been the cause for her to lash out

and kill her best friend Melissa, and also the fact that I had killed her here in Asgard so she never was

able to return home. I felt the weight of what I had done constantly.

It was holding me back from being able to be who I needed to be.

So being able to prove to Damian today that I was remorseful over what had happened and that I could

work hard enough to win her meant everything to me. I wanted to prove to him that I wasn't the

demonic asshole everybody assumed that I was.

Perhaps if I'm able to prove to Damian I am worth it, then maybe the others would think that I'm worth it

too.

The moment my feet hit the grassy field that lay between the living quarters and the training fields, I

heard my name being called in the distance. I turned, looking over my shoulder to find Finn jogging to

catch up with me. “Finn?"

His celestial blue eyes reflected that of Cassie's and constantly caught me off guard every time I had a

conversation with the man, which wasn't very often. Today, he had his hair pulled straight up into a high

ponytail. He was shirtless, revealing tribal marks all over his skin that looked to be made of some type

of paint, something that must have been Elven tradition before they went into battle.

Even the pants he wore fit snugly at his hips. But did nothing to hide the view of the defined cut he had

that would leave nothing to the imagination of the women that would most certainly gawk over him.

“Hey, Lucas, I wanted to actually talk to you before the event started today. There's something

important that we need to discuss."

“I don't know what can be important. We're getting ready to battle for Cassie's hand. Anything you have

to say can wait until afterwards," I replied, not wanting to have a deep conversation or a chance for