Plum's dark eyes flashed between Freya and the now-standing Cassie. Cassie wasn't aware there was a party. “I'm . . .” she began, before Plum interjected. “Cassandra Tavington,” she said, closing the door behind her. Cassie wasn't sure she had ever seen Plum this close up before. Scarily, she was even more beautiful at this distance. Not in a perfectly-matched-features kind of way, but in a dark, angular, interesting way. And that trademark lipstick that suggested everything her work stood for—it was unnerving, to say the least. But not as unnerving, it seemed, as what came next. “I remember you from university.” Cassie's eyes widened with surprise. “You remember me?” “And your sister, Josephine. Well, I remember your sister better. She's my age. We . . . ran into each other more than a few times back then.” Cassie wasn't quite sure what to say. She hadn't known Jo and Plum knew each other more than simply in passing. “Oh,” she finally answered. “Well, Jo lives in London now.
