Chapter 19: Trading blows with a beast
"Commenting on my weight isn't exactly polite." Cass muttered quietly and Draken huffed. Sam was in the lead, and Cass knew that he was having a hard time having Cass behind him. It was in the stiff way he was walking, and the way he was trying not to look behind him.
It had to be because Draken had told him to lead the way. Otherwise, they could have had Sir Forsythe lead the way. Who, by the way, was walking behind them looking rather upset. Once again, he was denied his right to carry Lord Blackburn back to his chambers.
Only this time he couldn't beat up someone to release his anger. So, he was walking behind them, glaring at the grip that Draken had on Cass' arm.
That was fair. Draken was holding him like he was an object that he didn't want to touch, but had to anyway. It was painful, but not as painful as the pounding in his head. Cass would have pushed him away if he wasn't basically carrying him up to his room.
"When did I ever strike you as someone who cared about such things?" He asked and Cass looked away from him.
"I didn't. I was just telling you the truth." Cass muttered quietly. Honestly, he kind of wanted to test how low he could speak and Draken could still hear him clearly. It would be a fun experiment when he didn't want Sam to knock him the fuck out to stop the pain.
"You were speaking the truth?" Draken asked, before he huffed again. "If you were, just be honest. None of that shit that you and Edgar were doing earlier. I hate it, and it confuses me. Just be honest with me. I don't care if it's rude." Draken declared. "It will make me respect you more if you do that." Cass was surprised to hear him say so, and Draken glanced at him. He raised an eyebrow. "What?" He asked and Cass looked over his face.
He had a good bone structure, and his facial hair was well maintained. Even if he was an asshole, he at the very least, spoke his mind. If they got along, he would be easy to handle.
If they got along.
"I used to spar with you?" Cass asked instead of the words he wanted to, and Draken chuckled.
"Spar? You would be given free reign to throw whatever the hell you wanted at me and I was told to go easy on you. I would not call that sparring. I could tell you actually wanted to hurt me." Draken said, and that piqued Cass' curiousity. Lord Blackburn wanted him dead? Really?