And Then There Were Four (Lilith Carrie) novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Trixie & Sansa

Cassie.

The warmth of sunlight fell upon my cheek and as I slowly opened my eyes, taking in the dust particles dancing within the beams that filtered in through the open window. I realized what had happened last night with Silas wasn't a dream. I had made a stand and fucked things up like I always did, and with a groan, I rubbed my hands over my face and tried to figure out how I was going to apologize for being an idiot.

The sound of footsteps upon the marbled floor caught my attention, and looking towards my bedroom door, I watched Trixie prance in wearing black knee-high boots and a black flowing summery dress that stopped at her thighs with a white belt and her hair curiously braided into two french braids.

A look that was completely different from how Trixie usually dressed, which was odd.

"Trixie? What the hell are you doing here?" I asked slightly shocked and confused as I sat up in bed, trying to process if what I was seeing was actually true.

Taking a bite of the apple in her hands, she went from wide-eyed to furrowed brows with a shrug of her shoulders. “Sansa reached out to me and told me you desperately need guidance. So, here I am."

“Wait. Sansa reached out to you?"

Unsure of what exactly was going on, I let my legs slide over the edge of the bed as I sat there in my blue cotton shorts and tank top trying to process what was going on. It wasn't like we had cell phones in this place. So for Sansa to reach out to Trixie didn't make sense.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you look like you lost your puppy and don't know where to find it?“ Glancing up at Trixie, I quirked a brow and laughed at her comment. She was witty with her comebacks, but half the time, they didn't make sense.

Running my hand over my face, I sighed. "I’m sorry. I just was trying to understand how she reached out to you."

"I am a witch, Cassie," Sansa's voice called out from my living room, making my eyes dart towards the open doorway and back to Trixie, who gestured towards the door, shrugging her shoulders again.

“Sansa's here too?"

“Well, yeah," Trixie said nonchalantly, "why wouldn't she be?"

It was clear something was bothering Trixie, and I wasn't sure what it was yet. But her moody comments and unwillingness to seemingly want to help were unusual behavior for her. Not that I was going to point it out.

Sliding from the bed, my feet hit the floor as I stood stretching my arms over my head. I didn't miss the way Trixie glanced at me with a smirk on her face as I padded my way toward the bathroom to brush my teeth. "So, I heard you had a visitor last night."

Groaning, I popped my toothbrush into my mouth and rolled my eyes, trying my best not to get into the topic of Silas and what had transpired between the two of us.

“Oh, come on, Cassie. Give me the details," Trixie urged as I glanced over my shoulder at her finishing my teeth with a sigh.

“There is nothing to tell. He came to visit me... we got into a heated debate, and he left."

Brushing past her, I headed towards the living room only to stop short and stare at the sight before me. Sansa sat on the floor at the coffee table with her dark curly hair pulled up into a bun on her head, papers scattered all around her, and a pencil in her mouth.

"What in the hell-" I murmured, causing Sansa to glance up at me with a smile as Trixie came from behind me and plopped herself upon the sofa.

“You know... I heard that you and Silas had more than a heated debate. That there was some shouting, and when he left, he looked more than pissed off about whatever you two talked about."

Of course, it was no surprise Trixie would know this information and want to know exactly what happened. She was a stickler for the details, and though it was one thing I loved about her, it could also be slightly irritating when it came to your personal life.

"It was nothing," I gritted out, trying to drop the subject. "Sansa, what are you doing?"

“Hmm-" she muttered absentmindedly before turning her attention to me fully. "Oh, this? It's the plans for the games, of course. I have everything mapped out for you. All you have to do is approve it.“

I hadn't realized Sansa was putting so much work into this over the last day or so while I had been slacking off for the most part. She was a go-getter, and from the looks of it, she liked to plan things out as well... which would be useful in the long run.

'Oh, well, what were you thinking? Because I have no clue about what to do."

The moment I gave the floor to Sansa, her eyes beamed with excitement as she began shuffling through papers and pulling out books. I didn't realize that an event like this would take so much work to sort out, but according to the way she was acting, it must have been a really big deal.

"So, I say we keep the games as they have always been with the fighting challenges for the strength training, but what I was thinking was mixing it with the agility part. So like, maybe a course but one that they basically would fight during to break towards the end."

With my mouth partially opened in confusion, I glanced at Trixie, who sat on the sofa completely amused by what Sansa was saying. "So are we going like straight Viking then? Like the ways of Bjorn?"

The name Bjorn had come up once before in some of the stuff I had read about Anna and her lover, Bjorn. However, I had never really paid too much attention to it when I was reading it because it wasn't important at the time. Yet, as Sansa nodded her head in agreement, I found it may have been better had I read more into it.