Chapter 259: I’m not an emotional person
Cass opened his eyes. He wasn’t in the grove. He wasn’t standing up.
He was lying down, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. He blinked a few more times, before he felt his eyes water against his will.
He’d had a dream. It felt like it was distant, blurry, but he’d had one. He was sure it was the influence of the nursery nearby, and he felt like a damn newborn calf. Shaking legs, shaking limbs, like he couldn’t get his feet underneath him.
Cass let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes as he felt more tears pour down his cheeks, soaking in the sheets below him.
It had been so simple, so quiet, and it had brought Cass more peace than he was sure anyone else could understand.
He’d dreamed of his sister. For the first time, he’d been able to see her, even if it was only in a dream. His hands clenched on the sheets underneath his fingers, so tight he thought he might break them. He was anchoring himself, grounding himself as he wept.
He felt too raw, too emotional. Like he was a raw nerve that had been exposed to air.
Cass quivered in the bed, not wanting to draw attention. He knew he was probably somewhere in the new mansion he’d moved into. Whether he was in the master bedroom or not, he didn’t really care. He was just grateful that no one else was there to see him like this.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed as he lay there, crying silently, shaking, before Cass was finally able to gather himself up enough to get up out of the bed. He hadn’t even turned his head, his gaze focused on the ceiling as tears poured down his cheeks.
When he finally turned his head, flinging the blankets off of his frame, he realised he was in the clothes he had worn to bed when he was in the dungeon. Made sense. That was the clothing he had on him right now.
He just wasn’t sure how someone had grabbed them. No one would be able to reach into the-
Edgar. Edgar could have done it, since he also had his own little pocket man pouch. Cass closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as his face pulsed with his heartbeat. His eyes were burning, so hot and swollen that he was afraid someone would tell him to take the healing tonic.