Create A Surreptitious Move

19 || The Kashmir Sapphire

I slightly stumble and turn around to confront the person. I decide it's probably best to just let it go considering whoever it is could kill me in an instant but I can't help but watch the person.

The man is walking extremely quickly away, too quickly to be considered normal.

I suddenly feel a strange force to follow him but I shake it off.

How to stay alive 101, don't follow strangers, especially those at a mafia ball.

I watch until the blonde haired man, who's head is cast down, darts around the corner.

It feels like the universe is screaming at me to follow him.

I should find Blaine before I make any rash decisions.

I shake my head, clearing it of all thoughts except finding Blaine. I turn around and walk into the ballroom, my dress slightly flowing with my fast strides.

As I weave through people a hand on my wrist stops me. On high alert, I spin round and the man lets go.

The man is old, he's weirdly attractive for his age and I can tell he's bad news but the thing that solidifies my suspicions is the excessive amount of gel in his hair. He has the exact same features that Beatrice told me to look out for.

The man infront of me is Fernando Kamarera.

I quickly change the glare on my face to a friendly smile.

"Hi there." I say, sweetly.

"I'm Fernando, you must be Cassie." I stay smiling even though I'm freaking the fuck out. How the fuck does he know my name?

"I am."

"I've heard a lot about you." He says and yet I still don't faulter for even a second.

"All good things I hope." I force out.

He let's out a breathy laugh. "Yes."

"Are your kids around somewhere, I'd love to meet them." I say. Beatrice told me he loves talking about himself, I feel like his children fall somewhere into that category. Plus, with his kids around I would take some of the heat off me as he is less likely to be creepy ans threatening with them around.

"They're around somewhere, I'm not sure where. They don't like coming to these things but it's tough luck, because they have to. In my time we weren't even alowed to think about complaining......" He rambles on about himself so much that I block him out. "I mean imagine my suprise when I get three ungrateful little brats." I hear him finish just as someone grabs my arm and whisks me away.

My first instinct is to try and fight whoever's taking me but to be honest, whatever their intentions, they're kinda doing me a favor.

Their hand moves from my arm to my hand. When I feel their hand in mine, I automatically feel butterflies. It takes me a second before realisation sets in.

I knew I'd be safe with him. I don't know how, it was just a gut feeling, one the rest of my body apparently agrees on.

He pulls me into an empty room. He lets go of my hand to quickly shut the door behind us.