Chapter 136: Two truths, several lies
"Now. Where were we?" Cass said, more to himself than to Sir Forsythe, who was probably going to be witness to even more awkward, strange situations until Cass could leave this damn mansion. "Shall I open the door now, my Lord?" Cass nodded at his gentle question, and finally, the door was opened and Vespertine rose to his feet.
Looking at him, you could tell he was tired. It wasn’t obvious at first, but there were tells. His blue eyes were glowing a little more than usual. The blinds were closed on the windows, and he wasn’t wearing his hat. That wasn’t something that Vespertine usually did. He was usually someone who kept up appearances, even in the face of someone who knew who he was.
Who knew what he was.
His hat sat on the couch next to him, the coffee table clear of any snacks or glasses. A small surprise, since Cass thought he would at least keep up that appearance, but that wasn’t the case.
His skin was tight, pale, and he looked...hungry. Cass didn’t think he would attack him, but he was regretting sending Draken away, but only a little. Vespertine’s smile didn’t reach his eyes as he scanned Cass from head to foot, taking in everything about him.
"I heard you were having a lesson. I didn’t realise that Lucy was the one teaching it." Vespertine said, trying to be polite, conversational. Cass didn’t want to spit in his face too much. The man had just had his world rocked.
"Well, he’s been harassing me about it. You know, magic and seeing how I do it. Right now is the perfect time since I don’t have use of my hands." Cass joked, raising the bandaged limbs and Vespertine’s smile faltered.
"Are you really okay? Should you be out of your rooms? I’m sorry that I was so caught up in my own issues that I didn’t inquire about yours. I feel like such an ass but I..." Vespertine trailed off, his expression twisting to one of pain. "I’ve had my hands full." He muttered quietly. Cass bet he did.
An adoptive sister going off the deep end with enough of a personality to start a cult, his own personal beliefs, his relationship with his wife crumbling. Man was going through it. Not to mention, whatever the fuck he’d done to Cass.
Cass could give him a little bit of wiggle room. Just enough that he’d be able to hang himself with the rope he’d wrapped around his neck. Could vampires die again from hanging? Cass had no idea.