Supernatural Inmate (Supernatural Captivity #1) - Avery Song Page 0,11

where we have to alert those of high ranking and public status."

"So," I began. "You guys are warning anyone you deem valuable and powerful, so they can hide, protect themselves, do whatever, before you tell the rest of the world — which will most likely leave humans in panic — that supernaturals, aka powerful beings, are being kidnapped by a mysterious group or organization. Which means we humans don't stand a flying chance at surviving."

"Essentially," she dryly replied.

"At least you're honest." I leaned back in my chair and picked my pencil up. "You're right, nothing to do with me seeing as no one is going to target me."

"It's nice to have some verbal confirmation that you know where you stand in all of this, Cassandra Thorn." Her tone poked at the wrong nerve.

The one thing I hated was when people tried to talk down to me like I was nothing but a cockroach. I could handle the whole, 'humans are weak and pushed to the side,' but degrading me wasn't going to fly and this woman was testing me.

So what better way to handle a test? Fail it gracefully.

I rose up, took my sketch pad and pencil, and headed toward her. I could already see the start of a gleaming smile on the vile woman's face. It almost made me laugh because she already assumed she'd won.

Boy, is she wrong.

I stopped right in front of her, towering over her short frame as I purposely straightened my back to emphasize my 5'7" height. Staring down at her, I narrowed my eyes.

"You may love to give me such friendly reminders of where I stand, Ms. Widow, but let me just remind you of who I am. Cassandra Thorn. Human child of the Thorn family, who so happen to be on the list of Top Ten Most Influential Humans in the USA. I may never understand why they abandoned me over something as simple as being human, like them, but hey. Maybe they didn't think they would have a feisty daughter who could give a good kick or two. Until I one day have the time and care to search and ask them myself, I'm just going to continue playing along with your games. But remember this. I may be human, but I won't let anyone make me feel invaluable. Not Everett, not my bros, certainly not you. So I suggest you remember this conversation. I don't know, put it in the valuable part of your brain so you don't need Otis reminding you. Now, if you'll excuse me."

I moved past her, only to walk to the opposite corner of the room where we had another reading corner. I sat down, crossed my legs, and straightened my back.

The problem with knowing the truth about your parents abandoning you and keeping your name was that you could easily track them down and discover if they were truly struggling or not.

My parents ended up making a fortune for themselves, and though they were human, they somehow became the most influential duo in NYC. Many liked to compare me to them, pointing out the similarities but mostly emphasizing the fact that the Thorn duo would have been proud to give birth to a child that was a combination of such talent. Not dash her into the wilderness like they clearly did me.

That's what the human tabloids emphasized on a daily basis.

Their success didn't bother me, for I lived an amazing life without them, just like my supernatural brothers. Did it hurt sometimes to acknowledge it or see their faces in a random interview? Yes, but who was I to butt into their lives? I was a grown-up who could take care of myself and I didn't need them anymore.

It didn't mean the thought never crossed my mind. To walk up to their front door or have that fateful encounter where I could prove to them that I'd already surpassed their standards of me because I'd been taken in by someone who saw all my potential and was willing to raise me.

I felt all six of their stares, and I smiled sweetly as I gestured with my hand for them to carry on. "Please, don't mind me. I'll be over here still listening in while I work on my rune drawing game. Never know when human witchcraft can come in handy."

By the three smirking expressions from Adonis, Tristan, and Dominick, I knew I'd done exactly what they would wanted me to. Meeting Otis's gaze, I noticed the