Chapter 56: Is this a trap? It feels like a trap
"My Lord, how do we feel about this design?" Cass had to shake himself, Sam’s words reminding him that he didn’t have time to daydream.
He was busy. Yes. He was a very busy man, doing very busy man things. He was the heir of a Dukedom. He couldn’t be messing around in public.
Cass fought the urge to blush.
"Uh, sorry Sam. Which one were you suggesting?" Cass asked carefully, trying to gather his wits about himself.
He couldn’t really remember how he had escaped Vespertine, but he’d somehow managed it. He knew he’d basically fled with Sam and Sir Forsythe to escape Vespertine, but what else could he have done? He felt like if he stayed too long with him, he would have been devoured.
The man’s eyes had been glowing! He hadn’t even hid that he wasn’t quite human!
Thankfully, he’d made it out relatively intact. Cass wasn’t sure if he felt he was fully intact. His stomach was still a little upset. It felt like it was upside down every once in a while, the tingling a distraction on top of the way Vespertine’s lip-
Cass shook his head, cheeks flushing as he turned his attention to where Sam was pointing.
Thank fuck he had.
Sam had pointed out the gaudiest, loudest carriage here. It was Victorian in design, which was nice, but it was all black. It looked like a vampire or some other ancient creature would disembark from it at any moment.
Sam was looking at him with wide, brown eyes, all excited. He looked like a puppy who’d brought back a stick that Cass had thrown for him. It wasn’t the same stick he’d thrown in the first place, but he was just excited to do anything with him.