Chapter 219: The audacity of these fools
Cass didn’t think it was crazy that he was grumpy. He felt he had earned the right to be.
How dare they think that either one of them could sit with him on his side of the carriage after all the shit they had pulled? Absolutely not. And how dare they think they could argue about who got the right to sit with him? Absolutely not.
They could both go fuck themselves, as far as he was concerned.
Cass sat on his side of the carriage that he had earned with crossed arms as he stared at the two guilty parties on the other side. They had tried to turn it into an argument, even tried bargaining. But when Sir Forsythe and Ser Hune got involved, both not caring that they were heroes, that was their lord, and they would throw hands.
Ser Hune was a new addition, but a pleasant one. The only reason Sir Sanders wasn’t involved was because his wife had it. He was support if she needed it.
He was a great husband. These idiots could learn a thing or two from him. Cass might have said that quiet enough that only they could hear it, and watched as Lucian’s nostrils flared in anger, and Vespertine at least looked ashamed for his behaviour.
So, Cass was alone on his side of the carriage, his legs up, his back resting against the side of the carriage wall, while the two other men looked...not uncomfortable because there was enough space for them to spread out, but...unhappy.
Lucian looked like he was pouting, while Vespertine had his hat on and was using that to cover his face.
Cass was glaring at them. He didn’t trust them, not after he was sure that Lady Ava and Fiona were boinking in their carriage. The way that the two of them had looked at each other when they thought no one was looking...it was a damn miracle that they hadn’t been caught by more people before now. Cass was going to have to warn Fiona again to make sure it wasn’t as obvious.
That might have left a sour taste in their mouths, but Cass wasn’t some damn replacement. He sure as shit wasn’t up for doing anything like that with them in this carriage. It was a sacred place. Of travel.
He didn’t care that he had really liked the carriage scenes he’d read in several books. Even the BL ones.