Chapter 72: The consequences of your damn actions
When the carriage pulled up in front of the mansion and rolled to a stop, Cass felt even more exhausted than when he’d left with Vespertine into town. Cass exhaled slowly, his shoulders sagging.
Fuck.
Draken hadn’t left him alone. He had kept him wrapped up, chatting away to him in the same damn way that Sam or Lady Ava did, and Cass hated it. He didn’t hate when Sam did it, because Sam was at least providing him with information that he actually wanted to hear.
Lady Ava? Well, he felt that people were beginning to understand his feelings on that one. Draken, however? Fuck that guy.
He was uncomfortable, upset, and he’d had a long day. This was the last thing he wanted.
He knew he needed to speak to the stablebitch, but he couldn’t be bothered to go to where they were. He guessed that he could have Sam or Sir Forsythe summon him to his office and he could rip a strip off of him in private, but he felt a small tinge of regret. He had wanted to do it in public, give him a proper dressing down, but Cass didn’t have the energy to do that anymore.
Draken had drained every last ounce of it like a damn greedy kid with a juice box.
Fuck.
Was he a dragon, or a damn fucking dog?
Sam knocked on the door, opening it slowly to meet Cass’ exhausted gaze, and Draken’s happy demeanor. Sam winced, looking very apologetic as he reached for the precious basket and took it out first.
Then, he turned to Cass, wincing, before he offered him a hand.