Gabriel

Gracie was seated across us.

There was some sort of tension, and I was set to deescalate anything that could come up. To be frank, I did not trust Cassandra that much to contain her rage.

Samantha, I could trust a little, seeing how easily she felt compassion for people.

I pulled Cassandra to the dining as we allowed Gracie to settle in properly.

"What's the problem?" She whispered.

"I'm worried you will go off." I admitted.

"Is that...?" She sighed. "You should know me better."

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