me it hadn't escalated to something that we should truly be concerned about, but we'd at least have to proceed with caution.
I could just imagine being kidnapped and having to reveal the sad truth that they fucked up.
That would get you killed Cass...but it would be pretty funny.
Dinner was superb, and we were back to celebrating Tristan getting a job he was actually excited for. This restaurant had a lovely dance floor and after a few rounds of Rock-Paper-Scissors, I got to kidnap Otis — again — for some dancing torture.
"The house is going to be so boring now that Tristan is working as well," I admitted, thinking about the idea of being home for the majority of the day.
I was pretty active, or at least tried to be. Mornings started off with an hour run to keep my stamina up. Breakfast and music while I read another volume of How to Be a Successful Human in a World of Supernaturals.
It was one of the inspirational books that ended up becoming a weekly volume series. I'd collected all the books and was waiting for the author's tour to come to NYC in Feb 2056.
After breakfast, I did a kickboxing workout and showered, and the afternoon was designed for me to do whatever I wanted. Evenings were when I waited for the guys and Everett to come home and we'd eat together, watch a show or movie, and then all head to bed.
Since Tristan was usually at home, he'd work out with me or we'd spend the afternoon keeping active while having fun.
"Scared you're going to be lonely?" Otis sounded amused.
"I never miss you," I emphasized.
"Hmph." An odd expression crossed his face, but he quickly covered it up. "I don't care."
"Deep down I know that's a lie."
"It's not."
"What if I was kidnapped?" I whispered like it was a sin to say in public.
"Still wouldn't miss you," he grumbled. "The house would be peaceful, and we wouldn’t spend so much money fixing what you destroy with your temper tantrums."
"You're supposed to be like, 'Oh Cass. Of course, we'd miss you. Don't jinx yourself like that'. Not, 'You break shit all the time with your once-a-year tantrum.'"
"It's not once a year."
"All right, all right, like five times, but I was good this year and only had two," I defended. "I can't believe that snake witch tried to lie about what you said."
"She's not fond of you."
"A lot of people aren't fond of the human girl surrounded by some of the wealthiest and strongest supernaturals this generation has seen." I hooked my arms around his neck and giggled. "I'm the perfect accessory."
"You're heavy," he growled but kept his hands on my hips. "They want the four of us to join the Supernatural Society."
I stopped moving at that, my eyes locked on his.
"What?"
The Supernatural Society was more elite than the damn government. It was an organization of supreme supernaturals. They were the people the government had to consult to conduct national supernatural events and such.
They were the founders that aided in the rise of supernaturals when the humans fell into financial crisis, and with a mere push, created the world we lived in today. The Society was in charge of ensuring all supernaturals had rights, a voice in the legal system, and were fairly represented no matter what part of the world they lived in.
Everett had assisted them on a few missions and they paid in millions. If you were part of the Supernatural Society, you were more than just a celebrity.
You were basically a god.
Their jobs were hard and whatever tasks they were assigned to accomplish could lead them straight into the morgue, but if they acknowledged you and wanted you to be a part of their world, it meant you were beyond valuable and in return, you would be treated like royalty.
Otis pulled me closer, turning us around until we were in a quiet corner. I relaxed against the wall but kept my arms where they were. From afar, it might have looked like we were making out, and I guess that was the perfect ruse if I was going to get any information regarding this sudden info bomb.
"They want us to join the S.S. They've been asking for months...but now that Tristan has secured the job with the Secret Ops, they have a good position where the four of us can be together. We still keep our jobs, obviously, but we'd also be able to do our part in protecting our people."
"So...like