Cassie wasn't that young. Sixteen, yes, but at the very end of the war. Right before the very end, little did Cassie know. But she certainly didn't feel young at all. Except when Marco was looking so much older.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Hubert." Cassie started tying the ropes around Marco, tightly enough that he wouldn't be able to get loose, but not tightly enough to cause any permanent damage or marks.