He sounded amused.
"What happens when we get her out?" Otis inquired.
"Well, there are two options. Either the people who put her down here in the first place will search for her, or you guys hide her and help her discover who she is."
"How would we do that?" Tristan questioned. "Her parents are human."
"It doesn't matter what they are. What matters is her potential."
"Then how are we going to crack that code?" Adonis questioned.
"Did you guys forget what they taught you in supernatural school? If you can even call it that?" Doc groaned. "What makes a supernatural powerful? It's not only their magic or strength."
"Empowerment," Dominick whispered. "Cassandra doesn't think she's worthy."
"Ding. Ding. Ding," Doc sang. "We have a winner."
My consciousness was starting to fade, and I had to fight with whatever mental strength I had to listen in to what was being said next.
Just a little longer. To the end of this conversation.
"Once you get her out of these walls, that will be your next task or things will get complicated. Whether you guys like it or not, Cassandra is an exposed soldier in the battlefield of supreme supernaturals. Unless she discovers who she is, it's only a matter of time before she's shot down and laid to rest."
"Figure out an escape plan, get her to a secure place to train her, and enact revenge," Adonis summarized.
"Pretty much," Doc agreed. "In a month and a half, or else she'll be outbid."
"We still have more money," Dominick defended.
Doc laughed. "Money will not be enough to buy her out in the next bidding, Mr. Fae. "
"Is that how powerful you think she is?" Tristan asked in shock.
"Power is nothing in comparison to potential, shapeshifter." Doc's voice dropped low. "Power always has a limit. Potential does not. You're seeing the woman you love. Those that know the strength potential can hold are seeing an opportunity to morph her into the greatest weapon NYC has witnessed. The connections she makes aren't just coincidences."
He snickered.
"An Alpha wolf, Monarch, or even a god. They're all levels of leadership on the hierarchy scale, but one thing they have in common is their acknowledgment of potential, even within themselves. Those connections will cross paths with Cassandra, and when those bonds solidify, they'll lead to an alliance. The stronger the congregation of allies becomes, the bigger the threat until they're at an unstoppable level. All that's left is to figure out where her roots are, and trust me, wherever they're planted will determine just how fierce the battle would be to claim her."
The silence felt like the end was near, and my consciousness was finally losing the battle I was facing.
"We'll find a way to get her out," Otis declared.
"You better," Doc replied. "Or she's a dead woman walking."
"No more commotions. Keep her under the radar," Tristan declared.
“Let’s get Omarion to change the transfer plans. Use the mine incident as an excuse. We volunteer to do twelve-hour shifts. It helps us keep our eyes on Cass while those not on duty get things moving above ground. If she’s not alone, she’ll be more content, and we can make sure of that,” Adonis formulated.
"Sounds like a plan," Doc concluded.
My consciousness faded away and I wondered if my potential was that spectacular.
Unexpected Getaway Plan
~ONE MONTH LATER~
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"You guys aren't going to be here?" I questioned Otis, who came to do morning rounds. I was in my clean set of prison attire, ready for breakfast to arrive any minute.
"We won't be too long. Dominick has a shift tonight to watch you, but we got an update on how to potentially get you out tonight."
My eyes grew wide at his words, my hand slapping onto my mouth to remind me to keep quiet.
"Seriously?" I whispered. He moved closer until I was pressed against the wall, his arm resting above my head.
"Don't get your hopes up," he muttered, his eyes lowering to my lips. He appeared to be debating in his head, but to my relief, he lost whatever battle he was fighting and his lips lowered to mine in a tender kiss.
Maybe it was the taste of my blood that lessened his anger toward me, but whatever the cause, it was a nice change to enjoy his affectionate side.
Our kiss was bittersweet, the two of us remaining close even when the kiss ended.
"I know." I finally answered his previous comment. "I'll just be good and stare at the ceiling."
"You've been good," he praised. "It shouldn't take long. We're just in a tricky