Chapter 245: A cookie cutter lesbian house
Fiona’s house was a modern day detached home out of a wet dream. With the current housing crisis back home, this felt very unfair. Cass tried not to think about it too deeply, since they were different times, different worlds. There was no cross between them, there was no way for them to be crossed.
He just took a minute before following everyone to stare at the house and realise that back home it would be like a 1.2 million historic home. That price would be out of the city, not in it. In it? He didn’t even want to think about how damn expensive it would be.
"Cass? Are you okay?" It was Fiona, who had been ahead of him chatting and giggling with Lady Ava. She had stopped when she realised that Cass was halted at the little wrought iron gate, hands on his hips, staring up.
Cass shook his head, not even aware that Lucian was beside him as he stared up at the gate until he began to move towards Fiona and jerked when his hand brushed against his side as he attempted to close the gate on him.
Lucian grinned at Cass’ shocked behaviour.
"What? Did you think I went ahead with them? I’m not interested in being around two individuals who are so sickly sweet I’m going to get a toothache in my original body." Lucian told him and Cass stared up at him, his mouth agape. He didn’t think Lucian would say that, and Lucian raised an eyebrow before gently placing his hand on Cass’ lower back, encouraging him forward. "Let’s not keep them waiting, hmm?" Lucian encouraged and Cass felt a small shiver run up his spine at the touch.
Lucian’s hand was gone just as quickly, the other man smiling at him as they moved towards the stopped pair.
"Everything alright?" Fiona asked, and Cass realised that she kept asking if he was okay. He was fine. Of course he was fine. He was away from the temple, had gotten a ’free pass’ from the gods for his dirty dirty blood, and now he was about to speak to a realtor. And a banker.
Shit. He was supposed to speak to them first. Ah, it was alright. He was sure that Lord Blackburn was thorough enough that he made sure whoever he worked with would know the procedures he’d put in place.
The man was a thorough bitch, that was for sure. Cass’ chest swelled with pride. He did like that about the man. Even if it was born from a place of anxiety and losing of his personhood. And people spying on him, which was proving to be true!
Cass sighed heavily.