"I didn't know she was going to tell me something so personal!" I groaned, leaning my head on the kitchen table.

"So you laughed at her?" Simon sounded exasperated, and I could tell without looking up that she was shaking her head.

"It took me by surprise!"

"You can't laugh in someone's face after they tell you about their trauma. God, even I haven't done that, and we both know I can be awful."

"Si..." I knew my voice was whiny, but I needed serious advice. Honestly, I felt guilty about the whole thing. Cassandra had trusted me, and I'd ruined it by letting out an awkward giggle. I couldn't even imagine how she must have been feeling at that moment: alone, mocked, worthless. It made my stomach churn.

Simon's hand found my shoulder and gave it an affectionate pat. "Go find our girl and explain yourself. God knows where she's run off to."

I groaned again, picking myself up from the table and considering the options. Yeah, Simon was right. Besides, Cassandra's habit of running off when she was upset had gotten us into trouble a multitude of times in the past.. and the last thing we needed that night was another gang of weapon-weilding hunters to ambush us again.