Chapter 165: What? Did you think I only went after girls? Ha!
"What? You? Why you?" It was Lucian. He was livid. He dropped his hands, clenching them by his side as Lord Ridgewood examined him rather coolly.
"I have noticed your strange behaviour towards Cass, and as a knight, I can’t stand for it. He isn’t weak by any means, but he is injured, and Cass and Edgar get on like oil and water. I can’t, with a good conscience, let a Lady and another man stay the night in a tent together, so I am the last choice." Lord Ridgewood glanced at the shocked expression on Cass’ face. "Is there any reason to protest that choice?" He asked.
Cass could feel Lord Blackburn inside of him screaming, but he had to push him down. He was scrambling to find a reason, but he couldn’t. Lord Ridgewood wasn’t an idiot, and he made a rather solid argument. The only way Cass could argue with him would be to reveal certain secrets, and he wasn’t willing to do that over a damn sleeping arrangement in a dungeon.
But was he willing to risk his own sanity?
Lady Fiona spoke up.
"I don’t-I’m fine with sharing my space with Lord Cassian. He won’t have his aides with him, and he’ll need help wrapping up his hands. Sam, his aide, spoke with me about it before we left." Lady Fiona admitted, glancing at Cass. Cass wasn’t surprised, but he was surprised that she was being so insistent.
Lord Ridgewood furrowed his brow.
"Fiona, you’re a woman. He’s a man, and you are married. I don’t want to be crude, but I would prefer not to hear anything while working." Lady Fiona’s face flushed while Cass gave Lord Ridgewood a strange look.
"Do you think people become beasts as soon as they are behind closed doors? I wouldn’t even think of laying a finger on Lady Fiona." Cass said. Lord Ridgewood gave him a strange look in return. Both men were clearly sizing the other up, and Cass wasn’t sure if he was measuring up to his standards.
"I don’t mean to discredit you, Cass, but I think it is safe to say that feelings are going to be high in this dungeon. You might forget yourself." Cass was almost appalled. Wow. Lord Ridgewood had no faith in him, nor anyone.
"I might forget myself? Who’s to say I might not forget myself even in a tent with you?" Cass suggested and watched as Lord Ridgewood froze. He shifted, his arms tightening around him and Cass couldn’t help but narrow his gaze at the other man.