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masked the well of hurt the single flippant comment caused with pretentiousness and a menacing air of her own as she spoke. “This conversation is over. I am going to go collect my friends and leave. If you as much as think about harming them, I will do the world a favor and detach your head from your body.”
                  Aiden sat in stunned silence as she self-righteously marched away and did exactly as she said she would. He had never encountered a creature like her in his entire life. She was tough and proud and stubborn to a fault. But for all her strength, she also had brains and beauty to match. She possessed a cunning and quick-witted mind wrapped inside a stunningly attractive package. At 5 foot 7, her height surpassed that of the average human male, but her petite frame and soft feminine features made her appear delicate and rather dainty. An observation Aiden knew from first-hand experience was anything but the truth.

Five
     
                  C ara looked up at the 30-story high rise known as Cavanaugh Towers. The setting sun reflecting off its solid glass panes made it glitter like a jewel in the evening sky. Cavanaugh Towers, with its grandiose architecture, lavish penthouses and hefty price tag, was the Upper East Side abode to reside in. The crystalline door trimmed in gold swung open as the doorman her grandparents had employed since she was a young child warmly greeted her.
                  “Miss Cavanaugh!” Renaldi exclaimed with genuine warmth. “You do not make it by to visit us nearly enough. I assume your grandparents are expecting you? The elevator is waiting to carry you to the top floor.”
                  “Thank you Mr. Renaldi. It is nice to see you as well. I know my visit is long overdue, but work is pretty hectic.”
                  Renaldi placed a hand in between the elevator doors to stop them before they shut. “Your grandparents really do miss you Miss Cavanaugh. They love you dearly. They speak of you all the time… I think it sometimes breaks their hearts that they do not see you as often as they would like,” the elderly man gently chided her.
                  “I know. I really will make a greater effort to come around more,” she promised the doorman as well as herself as the elevator’s doors quietly slid closed.
                  Cara adored her grandparents. As a child she spent entire weeks with them at a time while her parents, a respected surgeon and renowned archaeologist, were consumed with work. Edward and Carolyn Cavanaugh adored their only grandchild as much as she did them, showering her with constant affection and love. They had been like a set of surrogate parents to Cara before her father died. Afterwards, out of grief her mother dismissed all things that reminded her of or left her connected to the memory of her husband, including Cara’s grandparents. Once Cara was old enough to visit them herself, several years had passed and though she loved them dearly, like her mother, seeing them was just too painful a reminder of her father. That was the one and only instance in which Cara and Dianna, even semi agreed on anything. But unlike her mother, Cara did not go to the extreme of completely severing all ties with Edward and Carolyn. Seeing them regularly brought to the surface too may painful memories she would rather keep buried deep inside, but she did make an effort to visit them twice a year. Once on her grandfather’s birthday and again on her grandmother’s. Today marked her grandfather’s 75 th birthday, which her grandmother planned an intimate dinner in celebration of.
                  The elevator let Cara off outside her grandparents’ penthouse that consumed the entire thirtieth floor of Cavanaugh Towers. She politely knocked at the door. A tall elderly woman of Russian descent with broad shoulders and blonde hair pulled tightly into a bun