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A black brow arched with feance "Well, if I kneasn't here, then I would have looked elsewhere" There was a vein of laughter, an edge of mockery, in Cassandra's tone as she stared around the bedroom "Nor" No doubt she believed he was hiding from Storme

Storirl hadn't asked her where Styx was rather than why he wasn't there

"Styx wouldn't have told you where he was," Cassandra said softly, that sh her Cassandra couldn't have knohat she was thinking "It's obvious frouards outside that you're a prisoner, so I guess it would be rather useless to inquire from you into his whereabouts?"

Posed as a question, but Stor that it was deliberate, any ht blue eyes They were as eerie as Jonas Wyatt's silver gaze

"If you know a prisoner is here, then why bother to co for Styx?" Storme asked confrontation-ally as she crossed her arms over her borrowed T-shirt

Cassandra's lips quirked again "I'll have to talk to Styx about loaning my clothes out without my pere of anger in the girl's voice, an edge that said she wasn't pleased to learn that Styx had loaned Stored to her

"I left those clothes here, come to think of it," Cassandra murmured "They look much better on me"

The jeans were a little long Cassandra was an inch or so taller than Storure Storme knew she was a bit hippy, and that ht be fuller, which explained why the T-shirt was just a bit loose

Storhtened "Would you like to have them back?" she asked with false sweetness

"You could wash theed "I hope you wear panties"

Stor damned catty for a Wolf Breed

"Actually I don't," Storet a nice rinse"

"Just keep theaze suddenly more intent, sharper "I didn't mean to make you feel inferior, I was si"

Was this woed?

"You can have the clothes back," Storme assured her