Julian's expression barely changed, but his dark eyes went deeper still.
"Isn't the woman you like Cassandra?"
Derek set down his glass, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and took his time answering.
He poured himself another drink, this time with extra ice.
It was winter, and the room wasn't heated. Iced liquor would only wreck your stomach.
Julian, with his stomach trouble, would never do it.
Derek sipped his iced vodka and said slowly:
"I used to like Cass..."
He remembered Cassandra in high school, dressed in pink, looking pure and sweet.
He had bipolar disorder. Every so often he turned irritable and impossible to rein in.
The only time he felt calm was when he saw Cassandra.
"But I don't like her anymore."
Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, Derek's eyes turned cold.
Julian
