Chapter 199: The poison? Made for Cass? That poison?
His little training session with Lady Ava wrapped up shortly after that, and Cass came face to face with the realisation that he was going to have to share a tent with Lucian again.
He didn’t need a reminder of it. Lucian had been staring at him whenever they were done with clearing parts of the dungeon all day, and throughout his session with Lady Ava, and dinner. The man didn’t look angry, and answered and turned his head when others spoke to him, but Cass could feel his constant gaze on him.
Cass was a little worried about what going to bed entailed.
"Cass, why don’t you get changed into your night clothes and then I can help you wrap your hands." Fiona said as Cass and Lady Ava approached the main circle again. Cass nodded slowly, glancing at where Lucian was standing near the tents, chatting to Vespertine.
The two of them had been at odds up until this point. Cass had a suspicious feeling that he was the reason that they were talking to each other again. At the same time, he hated thinking that he was the reason for their separation and also for their joining again. He didn’t like that he had that much sway on them.
That was supposed to be Fiona’s job, but Cass wasn’t an idiot. He could see that the relationships of the hero party were changing. They had truly changed when Vespertine found out about Lady Ava and Fiona’s ’close’ relationship.
Cass swallowed, his hands tightening as he passed Vespertine and Lucian, ducking into the tent to change himself. He almost felt like he was doing something naughty. With the two men that had him pressed between him just outside, he was trying to be as quiet as possible. He knew that they had heightened hearing, so they could probably hear each shift of fabric, the sound of it falling off of his body as he changed.
It was so damn embarrassing to imagine that they could hear it, even if they couldn’t see it. Cass could almost feel how much enjoyment Lucian would get out of watching Cass strip. He was tense the whole time changing too, half expecting the men to barge in on him while he was changing.
That tension shifted and turned into...a more uncomfortable feeling when he finished changing and nothing happened. Cass rubbed his aching chest, frowning. Why the hell was he feeling this way? It was a good thing that nothing happened. It just proved they weren’t degenerate perverts. That was a good thing Cass, and if they got any closer to you, there was a chance they wouldn’t leave you alone when you left the hero party. Remember?