Chapter 203: A pact with yourself
A light tapping was heard and the soft voice of Fiona echoed on the other side of the tent.
"Are you two awake? We’ve made breakfast and are planning to get up and going soon. Um. I’d also like to speak to Cass, too, if that’s okay." Cass felt every muscle in his body tense. So, it was time. Time for him to face this, without any damn answers.
Well, he had a few, but he was left with more questions than answers. He had a feeling that Fiona was going to ask him things that he wouldn’t know.
Cass let out a shuddering breath, his lungs feeling paralyzed. At least he didn’t think he was going to cry. That was something he should make into a pact. He should do his best not to cry three days in a row. What a fucking concept.
He’d never had to make that kind of a pact with himself before, but look at him go. Look at him having to adapt to new situations.
"Just...give me a minute to get dressed." Cass told her quietly and listened to her shuffle outside. He’d never questioned it before now, but why was he able to hear things so clearly? Why had he been able to hear things that only dragons and Vespertine had been able to hear before? He might have thought it was a fairy thing, but he’d only had Ser Hune as an option to refer back to.
He hadn’t interacted with her enough to find that out.
Letting out a shuddering breath, Cass tried to gather himself up. He’d been falling apart for two days. He needed to figure his shit out. The more he fell apart, the more ’they’ won. Who the fuck were ’they’? That didn’t matter. Not right now.
He just needed someone to be on the other side of this. He couldn’t let ’them’ win. He needed to harden himself, pick himself up, and prove that this wasn’t going to be what took him down. It wasn’t like Lord Blackburn wasn’t used to being accused that he was a demon. Or from a demon worshiping family.
It was just...true, now. And he just needed to wrap his head around it, push it down, and process it later. Away from Lucian and his tempting arms.
"Of course Cass. I’ll speak to you in a few minutes." Fiona’s voice was warm, soft. Not at all like someone who was planning to kill him in a few minutes. He really hoped that wasn’t the case.