<div style="text-align: justify;">Cassandra couldn't help but smile when Blake gave her that mock pout. It was that little boy quality Blake sometimes had that kept her more and more in love with him. Cassandra felt like she needed to take care of him - to protect him. From what, exactly, she wasn't really sure. Himself, maybe, if she stopped to think about it. It didn't really matter. Cassandra just had that quality to her. The quality of wanting to care for and protect a person. And that person was Blake. Just as she was his everything, he was hers.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"Okay, honey"</span>, she agreed when he asked her to start a book club in the house. The library would be the perfec place for it. The way her eyes lit up made clear she was happy. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"You don't have to participate if you don't want to"</span>, she stated, going up a few steps and looking down at Blake. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"Camping sounds like fun. We can watch the stars before we sleep and behave like silly teens"</span>, Cassandra joked cheerfully. Deep down inside, though, she just wanted to get out of the house for a while. And fast.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"I'll pack two backpacks for us. Can you pick up something to snack on? I have some chips, bread and peanut butter in the kitchen, if you'd make some sandwiches, that would be great"</span>. Cassandra shook her head and laughed a little at herself. Sometimes she felt like she treated Blake like a child, always giving directions and telling him what to do. Deciding it was okay for now, she turned around and went up the stairs. Entering their room, Cassandra felt a slight chill down her spine. Again, that feeling of being watched bothered her. Shrugging it off, she started moving. They needed to get going.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">While the new woman moved, someone watched her. He was standing behind the open door, and had chosen not to allow himself to be seen, for now. She was a nice one. Pretty, and seemed like a good enough person. It would be fun to have her stick around. Well, maybe not for her. But for him and the others... the more, the merrier.</span></div>