Chapter 10


Instead of chatting about different opinions on politics, the walk to the French Conciliate was taciturn. The recent incident broke their trust and she didn't feel like talking to him about why she desperately needed to flee from the apartment. It was her last day of being a free woman, until she was going to be sent home and then she will count down the hours of her existence. Cassandra just hoped there was someway to runaway.

Ryan yawned and opened his eyes to the sunlight that seeped through the curtains. He rolled out of the bed to trap the light when he peeked to see Cassandra walking with Constable Benton Fraser. His eyes widened as he scrambled to change into the clothing that he wore the night before.

"Get your ass up!" He punched his friend who was veiled inside the sheets.

The usual crowded sidewalks of Chicago disappeared as they entered the serene surroundings of the French Conciliate. Cass treaded to the elegant pictures that were arranged on the walls. She then smirked at the other Mountie sitting in the center of the lobby, frantically struggling to pry his hand out that was glued inside the vase.

"Good morning, Constable Fraser." The sitting officer kindly greeted.

"Good morning, Constable Turnable. Is Inspector Thatcher in?"

"No, she's on a three week vacation to Toronto, Ontario."

"I see. Constable, may I introduce to you Cassandra Scott. Cassandra, this Constable Turnable. He also works alongside me at the Conciliate."

"Hello, Ms." Turnable generously beamed at the teen.

"Hi." She nodded and continued to gaze at the pictures.

"Feel free to roam around. If you need anything I'll be in my office." Fraser informed the two.

The female nodded and watched her protector walk into his office. Her eyes sparkled as she discovered an upstairs in the building. Cass was about to climb the daunting stairway when Turnable loudly coughed.

"No one is allowed upstairs of the Conciliate." He notified her.

"Why?" She asked, with naivety washing over her pale face.

"That's the Queen's private bedroom and only RCMP officials are allowed upstairs."

"Has the Queen ever visited Chicago?"

"No, she has not. How about watching hockey or perhaps curling? I do believe there's a curling championship being televised at noon." The male offered, while freeing his hand from the container.

"No...thanks...really." She turned to the door. "I guess Fraser doesn't need me anymore so I'll see you later."

The wolf howled at her, showing off his sharp teeth. She stepped back and rolled her eyes in abhorrence.

"Lead the way, my friend." She gazed at the bumbling Mountie.