Chapter 234: I got friends on the other side
The door opened and Cass closed his eyes, not even wanting to look at who it was. The horrified gasp, along with the slam, told Cass it was one person.
"Ah fuck." Fiona exclaimed, abandoning Cass without a second thought to race after the female who held her whole heart. Cass groaned. This was the worst thing he could imagine. Lady Ava walking in on them? Why was she even there?
Had the celebration ended? That felt too soon. He hadn’t been talking to Fiona all that long. At least, he was pretty sure.
That was until he heard a knock on the door and before he could answer, the door swung open. It was the Head Priest, followed by Lord Ridgewood and Vespertine. Everyone had a confused look on their faces as they realised that Cass was alone in the opulent room. Cass adjusted himself on the couch, staring at the group. Where was Lucian and Sir Forsythe? Why weren’t they with them?
"Where is Lady Fiona and Ava?" The Head Priest asked and Cass shrugged.
"Lady Ava asked to speak to Fiona alone, and I saw no reason to stop them." Cass lied easily. They didn’t need to know what was going on, and that sounded perfectly reasonable. The fact that he got caught in a ’compromising’ position with Fiona never needed to be known. For everyone’s peace of mind. "Where is Lucian and Sir Forsythe?" Cass asked and Vespertine blinked, turning to look behind him to realise that they weren’t with them either.
The Head Priest smiled softly and Cass felt a shiver of warning run down his spine. That didn’t spell anything good. The man looked like a cat who had caught his favourite kind of snack in its claws. Cass did not like this.
"Mister Draken and Sir Forsythe are busy dealing with a swarm of beloved onlookers who wished to speak with them." This old snake. He had wanted to get him alone, probably without the girls as well. He just didn’t realise it would be this easy to do so.
Vespertine looked ill. Seriously ill. He clearly didn’t know what was going on, but Cass could tell that Lord Ridgewood did. He looked stone faced. Serious.
He was the rat. Or should he say, the cat in mouse clothing.
The Head Priest came over, sitting directly across from Cass on the couch while he forced Vespertine to sit on Cass’ one side while Lord Ridgewood sat on the other. Cass knew that the man had no other choice, and Vespertine was begging Cass with his eyes to understand that he had nothing to do with this.