Eva doesn't mind at all. In a twisted sort of way, she'd rather worry about Cassie than the reverse. And yet as she acknowledges that, she feels guilty. She shouldn't be happy to see any more troubles on Cassie, young as she is, hurt enough as she is.

"I have a few bottles stashed under my bed, just to make sure none of you underage types get at it. If you could bring me one, that'd help take the edge off."