Chapter 213: Step on me
Cass didn’t know how he survived the night, and honestly? He didn’t care.
All he knew was that he woke up in the tent alone, just like how he had been when he had gone to bed. He was shaking slightly, cold to his bones, but it wasn’t that deep, worrying cold that he had woken up to twice now.
So, Cass got dressed, pulled himself out of the tent groggily and glanced around.
The fire was dim, and there was only one silhouette by the fire. Cass didn’t even need to think long about who it was. Especially as they shifted as soon as Cass came into view. Cass did gasp when he caught sight of his face.
He looked fucking battered. Fiona had really laid into him, and Lucian smiled bitterly when he saw Cass.
"How was your sleep? Are you cold?" He asked, his voice quiet, but somehow able to reach Cass even with the distance between them. Cass’ heart jerked. He didn’t feel...bad for the man. Not truly. He did feel sympathy for him. That had to hurt.
His eye was swollen, as was his lip. He looked like he had a rather serious bruise forming on his cheek and throat, along with several other bruises peppering parts of his body that were exposed.
"How long did she hit you?" Cass asked, not responding to his first question as he slowly approached Lucian. Lucian swallowed thickly.
"Until I got it." Lucian replied as Cass came to a stop. He was next to the fire, but not next to Lucian. He wasn’t even standing in front of him. He was out of reach. Lucian sighed, dropping his head, his shoulders dropping as well.
Cass stared at him, his body, his own frame trembling as another shiver rocked him. The fire he was standing next to doing nothing for his body. Lucian sighed again, and held out a hand.
"Cassian, please. Let me warm you up. It hurts me to see you shivering like that." Lucian raised his gaze, his orange eyes burning Cass from the inside out. Cass hesitated, before he took the few steps he needed to stand before him. Cass tentatively put his hand in Lucian’s and warmth flooded his system.