Blindfold: The Complete Series Box Set by M. S. Parker, Cassie Wild Page A

where she was still figuring out who she was. Ash, on the other hand, probably looked at her and saw a girl in pigtails and a Catholic school girl skirt – or whatever flavor of private school she’d attended. Had he actually thought she was more interested in being safe than having a life?
    I would've felt bad for him if I hadn't been so worried about Isadora.
    When I was twenty, I’d at least kept my parents advised of my whereabouts in general. I still lived at home even though I'd been in college. I’d respected them enough to know that they just wanted to make sure I was safe.
    My brothers, however, were a different matter entirely. If they’d tried to dictate my every move after I'd become an adult? I probably would have filled their shampoo bottles with Nair. Again. Their overprotectiveness and over-helpfulness was bad enough.
    Even though I loved my family, the freedom from all of that had been one of the reasons I'd chosen to move out shortly before my twenty-first birthday, even though it cut into my college funds.
    It was a different sort of vibe here. Ash had raised Isadora since she was seven, so she'd had to have some respect for his authority. But still, he was her brother, not her father, and even if her memories of their parents were dim, she still had them. It had to irk her that she had so little freedom to come and go as she pleased. The question was, was her annoyance enough that she would've just taken off without a word to anyone, even if it was just to cover for her?
    Sighing, I rubbed my temples with my fingers, a headache settling in nice and tight.
    The sad thing was, I did understand why he was so determined to look after her. Aside from the fact that he'd been responsible for her for the past thirteen years, she was all the family he had left. Also, for all intents and purposes, Isadora was an adult, but she was sweet and naïve, not the best combination to have when roaming the city streets alone. Granted, she could probably thank her brother for that, since Ash had sheltered her to the point that she had no idea what real life was like.
    Caught up in my thoughts, I startled slightly when the lieutenant said my name.
    “I’m sorry?”
    Green arched a brow. “I was wondering if you might have any idea where Isadora might have gone.”
    Blinking at the unexpected question, I shook my head. “No, I'm sorry. I've only been working for her for a week.”
    “What is it you do exactly?” Green asked as she pulled a notebook from inside her bag.
    A deep pulse of envy went through me at the sight of that bag. It was a rich shade of purple, a Michael Kors bag, so out of my price range for now. I would have thought it would be too pricey for a cop, too, but what did I know?
    “I’m her assistant.” Dragging my gaze away from the bag, I looked back at Lieutenant Green.
    “And you assist with…?”
    “Everything?” I offered her a half-hearted smile and shrugged.
    “And when did you last see Miss Lang?”
    “About an hour before we were told she was missing. I was working with her and she said she needed a bit of a break, so she left the room.”
    “Did she do that often?”
    I shrugged. “I've only been with her for a week and she's done it twice. She leaves for a bit and then comes back. I had no reason to believe she wasn't going to do the same thing, so I waited. Mr. Lang came home and the two of us were…talking when we got the news.” If Green noticed my slight hesitation on the word, she didn't say anything.
    “What sort of person is she?” Green asked.
    From the corner of my eye, I glanced toward Ash, but he had risen and walked back to his position at the window. It was like he expected her to just come walking up Fifth Avenue, even though it was coming up on eleven o’clock. I hadn't realized it was that late.
    Ash was probably going to throw me out of here soon enough, and when he heard what I had to say, it would probably be sooner rather than later, but I knew the best