James began walking towards the garage, humming the tune to one of those obscure songs that had become popular as an internet meme. To any potential onlookers, there wasn't much extraordinary going on, just a young man, humming. What they wouldn't see, nor hear, was the argument that was currently raging within his headspace. She's not to be trusted, James, that's final. The Nightwatcher's usual good natured snark had been replaced by a stern coldness that James was sure had only been before matched by a strict Victorian governess. I know why you dislike her James sent back, But I've never met someone so befitting of this Order before Cass. Surely you could at least make her a squire or something? The Nightwatcher made a noise James could only liken unto a derisive sniff, though he wasn't sure whether the Nightwatcher had a nose to speak of. She is a murderer! An Oathbreaker! You would have me entrust my powers to one such as that? The cold finality of her prior statement was replaced by a burning, stinging, anger. No. Just Listen to me Night, Cass made mistakes, yes. But so have I, and surely so did your previous bondmate. The point is that we have potential to grow. I see that potential in Cass, just like you saw it in me all those months ago. James hoped that his own emotions were conveyed to the Nightwatcher as well as hers were to him, and turned around to look at Cassie. "Hey Cass, you coming or what?"
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