I’m back with the next chapter of Staring at the Sun. This brings us halfway through the story. I don’t have much else to say here, so I’ll get right to the beginning of the chapter:
Cassie wasn’t sure what to do. It had been a couple days since that story had been printed in the newspaper. Every morning when she came out of her room, Grady waited for her. They walked down to have breakfast together, and if he didn’t have to have a meeting with the guys or take a ride somewhere, they spent most of the day together. He did have other responsibilities, and she understood.
Sometimes she preferred it. Sometimes she wanted a chance to breathe. Hard to do when it felt like you were constantly under watch.
He did walk her up to her room every night, and he kissed her before telling her good night. She tossed and turned until dawn, thinking about how much she wished they’d take those kisses farther.
What was stopping her? She was no teenager any longer. The prospect of taking that step forward was almost as scary as thinking of what Henry would do next.
Not that she would admit that to anyone. Least of all Grady. He had enough on his mind.
She stepped into the library, grateful she slipped away from Damon–Devil according to the tag on his vest and what everyone else called him–apparently taking his shift as her shadow. She let out the breath she’d finally had the chance to take. They were trying to protect her, it was what Grady wanted. Right now it felt smothering. She needed some space for a moment.
“You come in here to hide out, too?”
Cassie’s head jerked up, and she stared at the woman who stood at the other side of the room. It took her a moment to place her, as she wasn’t wearing her vest. “Molly.” Everyone else called her Medusa.
Her face twisted up. Cassie thought that was a flash of pain in the woman’s eyes. That couldn’t be right. She didn’t think the other woman ever felt any pain. She was too tough.
“Please don’t call me that,” she said. “No one does.”
“I-I’m sorry,” Cassie said. “I’m not…I feel weird using your other names.”
Molly laughed, but it didn’t sound as mean as it usually did. “I barely even think of myself as Molly anymore. The last time someone called me that…”
She ran her thumb over her left ring finger. Which Cassie noted was bare. Had it always been? She didn’t have a clue. They’d never really had a conversation before. In fact, she’d been under the impression the other woman hated her for some reason.
“Why did you come in here?” Molly asked her.
“I…I had to get away,” she admitted. “Everyone’s watching me, and I get it. But, I had to get away to breathe. And forget for a moment there’s something to be afraid of.” She sucked in some air. “I don’t know how to do that when every minute I feel terrified. Of everything.”
“Except of Icarus.” When Cassie didn’t answer, she asked, “Right?”
“Of everything,” Cassie repeated.