Cassius didn’t buy it and Brandon didn’t blame him. Out of all the officers, and all the hunters, here, it’s really unlikely a trained hunter like Brandon would make such rookie mistakes. Especially when Mike was known to be a ruckus to the hunters. As Cassius listed all the missing pieces in the actions taken toward the crazy witch, Brandon glanced at Mike sharply, once again in awe at the man’s stupidity. In his own blind rage, he trusted that the man would’ve taken the proper precautions. 

Cassius’ rejection of Mike made Brandon stifle back a smile. He’ll still make the guy pay with coffee. For a long time. It’s the least he could do for making Brandon deal with the jackass before him.

And now he was alone with Cassius. Part of Brandon was tempted to do what he always did - pretend like he was okay with Cassius as a witch, try his best to respect the ti
tle the man had, and get through the conversation with gritted teeth. Then get a lot of drinks at the town bar and blow off steam. That’s probably still the plan.

“Now why the hell is she here? And it better be good.” 

Remembering the letter made him not care about the bastard’s tone, just for a second. He walked passed Cassius without saying a word, grabbing the letter out of the witch’s box of items and turning back to the chief, excitement in his hands.

“I’m not a witch, so I can’t read this. She brought it in but she won’t read it to us.” He held it out for Cassius to take. His eyes met Cassius’ more boldly then, maybe even the first time he’s looked straight at the man. This was also probably the first time a paper wasn’t just slammed on a desk or in a mailbox, but instead an exchange between chief and hunter. The intimacy bothered him and he lowered his eyes at the letter in his hands.

“It’s from the Clades.”

Something about this letter told him that something was just beginning, whether it was more danger the town has ever seen or finally a glimmer of hope. The anticipation was killing him and Cassius held the answer.

Ooc;

If Cassius ends up in a lot of scenes, imma have to add a second character too bc my replies are embarrassingly short compared to yours, it's getting rough lmfao

Delilah smiled back at the officer feeling quite pleased with herself as he begrudgingly came over to apologize. She watched as he slowly picked up the chair he had thrown down earlier, no doubt preparing himself. She raised an eyebrow as his ex
pression softened ever so slightly, mimicking her own feigned innocence that she displayed earlier. His was voice smooth, and in any other circumstances she might have enjoyed it, but that slight twitch in his lip when he said the word injustice sent her back to feeling disgusted. 

Her ex
pression darkened and the scowl came back to her face as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Now that wasn’t very good, but I’ll give you an A for effort.” She looked back to his sergeant who was pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his composure. “Now Miss Devereaux, the letter. If you would -”

“I won’t.” She shot back quickly, he looked up at her taken aback. “I said I wanted an apology, and there was nothing sincere about what your little attack dog just gave me.” She turned her cold gaze over to Officer Myer, the one who had got her into this dumb situation in the first place. “Not that I expected much, men never know how to properly apologize.” She leaned back onto the table, dropping her voice once more, almost flirtatious. “You know I could always make you apologize.” She said waving her hand ever so slightly. Doing magic in the presence of a hunter was dangerous, much less performing magic on one. But she felt as if generations of hatred were building in her bones and she couldn’t help herself, she stared at him as she sent cold, black smoke creeping up his neck squeezing at his throat.  

“Enough!” The sergeant shouted, slamming his fist on the table, sending sparks skittering across its surface. Delilah moved quickly trying to avoid them as they quickly fizzled out, releasing the smoke instantly. The panic was back in her eyes as she looked up at who she thought would be her saviour. The warmth in his eyes was now gone, replaced with a kind of cool authority that made her feel as if she was in danger once more.

“Shouldn’t have done that Cher,” came her grandmother's voice from behind her, but before she could even react Sergeant Kane was on her once again. His eyes flashing with electricity as he addressed both her and the officer that she had just lightly choked moments before. 

“I’m sick of you two acting like children.” His blue eyes flashed as he looked between her and his officer. “I promise you, Miss Devereaux, Officer Myers will be reprimanded, but I need you to tell me what this letter says.”

She knew she would regret her next actions, but something about this situation was putting her on such an edge that common sense had flown right out the door. “If you want to know so badly, you can read it yourself.” Sergeant Kane opened his mouth but before he even had the chance to speak she reached across the table in what seemed like an imperceptible speed and latched her hands onto both his arm and Officer Myer. “See.” She hissed as her hand clamped down.

Cassius shuddered, her hands feeling like ice as the gripped onto his arm. He was used to the warm or cool touches of his mother or his sisters, the light spark of magic of other electric elements. This was entirely different. Her grip was cold, colder than any ice he’d ever felt and it was a feeling that sunk deep into his very bones, clinging to his senses like a damp cloud. His nose filled with the scent of earth and decay and he fought the urge to lash out as her eyes glowed gold. He may not have known what element she controlled before, but now there was no doubt. This girl brought death.

He took a deep shuddering breath as he looked down on the paper before him, the letters that once danced before his eyes carelessly were now forming sentences. The letter itself didn’t seem any different from the recruitment letters he had seen before. It was the basic propaganda of humanity leading to a downfall for all and how witches needed to rise up, and there was the blazing symbol for the Clades. Something he had begun to know all too well. He squinted slightly as he tried to make sense of why this note was so special. The only thing different was that it mentioned something about reclaiming a birthright and the symbol itself was in front of an old building.

Cassius couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his lips as the realization hit him. He moved back and he felt Delilah’s hand loose his arm and he felt all the warmth rush back into his body, almost euphorically. He felt dizzy as he attempted to stand up. “Did you see what you needed to see?”

He heard her voice, but it sounded far away. “Its city hall.” He sputtered out as he struggled to get up from his seat, pinching his temples trying to stop the room from spinning. As he shakily got to his feet he felt the euphoric feeling pass, as if he was coming down from a high. He looked over at Delilah who was back to crossing her arms over her chest eyes staring defiantly at him, a small smile playing on her lips knowing exactly the effect she was having on them

“Myers, escort Ms. Devereaux out and be nice. Then meet me back in the bullpen.” He leaned over and snatched the paper off the desk. “It's the city hall, that’s the target.” He rushed out of the room, not bothering to check if Myers was alright or even if he was speaking to him. They knew the target, he didn’t care that she had performed magic on both of them. Officer Myer being choked, forced to feel her death magic, and then having to escort her out was punishment enough.

((IDK if i gave you enough to work with lol. I just wanted her to demonstrate her powers and get Brandon all messed up. And then force him to be alone with her after she gave him that death touch. Idk if you wanna have him freak out and maybe see her grandmother standing behind her and frowning at him or something LOL))