It was almost morning and they would have to be leaving soon. It wasn't something that Sebastian wanted to do. Last night was better than anything he could remember. And there were lots of nights and lots of women to remember. That thought made him feel a little sick. It should have been her all his life, he thought for a moment. Thoughts like that confused the hell out of him, though. He'd never been this kind of helpless romantic before. What is it about her? She turned over in her sleep just then, facing away from him, with her beautiful bottom only slightly covered. Bass stroked his hand down her back, and under the cover to continue lower. Cassandra awoke to his fingers running up and down her thighs, slightly brushing between her legs each time. It felt amazing and before long she was begging him to take her again.
He took her from behind, pulling her hair with one hand and holding her hip with the other. She was so tight, even after hours of making love; he was right on the edge already. Pulling her up to him, with her back against his chest, he kissed her shoulder and neck. His hands cupped her breasts, while he thrusts into her slowly. Knowing he couldn't last much longer, he put one hand to her very wet slit and teased her with his fingers until she was coming again. He didn't stop until she was trembling. With a few more thrusts, he came as well. His mind and body reeling, he held her closely to him. No sex he ever had, had ever been like this. There just weren't any words he could say to tell her how he felt. "I love you, Cassandra." Maybe there were after all.
Bass hadn't even pulled out yet when there was a slap on the door and Miles yelled that the Patriots were there. Shit! Cassandra and Bass scrambled for their clothes and weapons. There just wasn't enough time. Cass could hear boots running up the stairs. They didn't have anywhere to go. She looked at the window. "Bass, go out the window and don't get killed." "What? No!" "Yes! I'll find you. Go, damn it! Now!" He looked ready to refuse, but then tossed his pack out of the window and jumped. Cass pulled her clothes back off and jumped in bed. A second later the door crashed open.
"What the fuck!" She screamed, pulling the blanket up to cover her and looking toward the empty side of the bed. Faking a look of shock, she put her hands half-way in the air. "Don't shoot! What do you want?"
A Patriot walked over to the bed that the naked woman was in. "You've been seen in town with a group of people. Where are they?" "I...I don't know," she said in an almost whisper. "Lying isn't a good idea." "I'm not lying! I didn't get in this bed alone, but I woke up that way, so no, I don't know where anyone is." The Patriot held up a wanted sign. "Was it this man?" He asked. Miles? Cassandra started to shake her head no, but stopped. "Yes, it was. Why do you want him?" "Do you have any knowledge of where they are heading?" He asked, not answering her. "No, we weren't traveling together, just met up right before coming here. We didn't do a lot of talking. I don't know anything else. I didn't even know his name until you showed that to me. Could you please step out and let me put something on if you have any more questions? This is a bit embarrassing." They turned and walked out. Cassandra hoped Bass was far away with the others. She pulled her clothes on, strapping her knives to her legs under her skirt. Bass had the good sense to jump with the rifles. She twisted her hair up and grabbed her pack. Please don't let them get caught, she prayed. If the Patriots wanted Miles, they'd take all of them to get to him. They must have believed that she didn't know anything if they left her alone, otherwise they'd have dragged her out of here naked. She looked out the door; it was all clear of patriots in the hall. Good. But she knew they would probably be watching her. She walked out of the room, heading for the stairs. She saw they had stuck some of the wanted signs on the wall. Miles Matheson. Rachel Matheson. Charlotte Matheson. Gene Porter. Aaron Pittman. Oh hell! This is bad. Cassandra was very concerned for them. But also relieved the Bass wasn't among the posters. She went to the steps thinking about what to do next and saw another poster laying upside down on the top step. She didn't want to pick it up, but knew she had too. Flipping it over, her heart almost stopped. Sure enough, it was Sebastian...Monroe? Bass was Sebastian Monroe, General of the Monroe Republic? And Miles Matheson was his second in command. Cassandra felt sick. Monroe was a brutal dictator, he had his troops kill and imprison thousands. He didn't care about anything but power and building up his empire. And he was supposed to have been executed, for fuck sake! How did this happen? How could she not know who he was. Why didn't he tell her?