Chapter 179: We do not go around saying we like to eat people
Fiona eventually called Lucian over, and the man stormed towards them like he’d been waiting this whole time. It was a different walk from when he’d felt something was up. He was using his inhuman speed to get there as soon as possible, and Cass nearly lost his breath when Lucian jumped up on top of the pallets to join Cass. He didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around him, pulling him against his side.
Cass was pressed against his side, his face nearly smashed into his armpit. Thankfully, or rather, quite concerningly, the man didn’t seem to smell. Cass knew it would be even weirder if he stuck his nose into his armpit and took a sniff, so he refrained from doing so.
"How did the talk go?" Lucian asked carefully, sweetly to Cass, and Fiona cleared her throat. Both men looked towards her and Fiona crossed her arms, glaring at the dragon man. She wasn’t very happy at all.
"You’ve been teaching him magic he shouldn’t know." Fiona accused. Lucian didn’t even look embarrassed or surprised that she was questioning him. Like he had anticipated that this conversation was going to come his way.
"He’s good at it. Why shouldn’t he know it?" Lucian said, not even remorseful. At least that cleared up one confusing point. Lucian had been teaching him magic he shouldn’t know, and Cass wanted to groan.
As Lord Blackburn, he should have known that he shouldn’t be able to perform that kind of magic, but he also knew that Lord Blackburn prided himself on the level of magic he could achieve. He too, would have taken the chance to learn new, forbidden to him, magic. Perhaps that was why he hadn’t ’said’ anything this whole time.
Fiona pressed her hand against her forehead, looking considerably more fed up with Lucian than she had the whole time she had been speaking to Cass. It made Cass feel a little lighter, and better about the whole situation.
"Cass already is having a hard time fitting in. You’re going to make it harder for him. Most humans don’t know that kind of magic, and even if he’s good at it, he-" Lucian’s arm tightened around Cass, and he cut off Fiona as she was speaking.
"Why does that matter? He doesn’t need to fit in. He needs to be powerful enough to stand over everyone else. He doesn’t need to fit in if he’s powerful enough to crush them, does he?" O-kay. Tone it down there, dragon.
Cass was trying to not be a villain. That wasn’t exactly setting him up for success, was it?
Crushing thine enemies underfoot wasn’t exactly hero coded.