Chapter 262: A sleeping fly on the wall
Cass grumbled, half asleep by the time that they had reached the main floor. Edgar shuffled him, holding him tighter and chuckled.
"His eyes are so swollen." He murmured to the man next to him, and Cass only wondered for a sleepy second who it was before they spoke.
"He must have been crying. I feel like shit. Didn’t we leave a note?" Lucian asked softly, his voice a rumble. Cass could feel them moving across the floor, each step a gentle rocking motion that pushed him further into sleep. He felt most of it was due to his sheer level of exhaustion, from stress and crying.
"It doesn’t matter." Edgar told him. "If he woke up in the state that he did, there was no way he was going to find the note. I’m going to get rid of it when I put him to bed. While it might make us look better, it doesn’t matter." Edgar’s voice was soft, lulling Cass more to sleep. Feeling him speak, his chest vibrating, Cass sighed softly and nuzzled in closer. Edgar stuttered in his steps slightly.
"Did he just nuzzle you?" Lucian asked, baffled.
"You’re not taking him from me." Edgar shot back instantly. "It’s my turn." He sounded defensive, ready to fight.
"If he was more awake, he’d protest that." Lucian said, a smile in his voice. "But I’m not going to take him from you. I’m just jealous. I don’t think he’s ever nuzzled me. Even when I showed off my chest." He did sound like he was pouting and Cass felt them turn before he was rocked back and forth as they went up the stairs.
"So that was intentional? I did think it was rather weird when you kept leaning over like one of our courtesans." Edgar said. "And I know he’d be angry if I referred to him like that. It’s not what I meant when I said it. You just...he trusts you so much more and I need my turn to show him that I can be reliable." Edgar muttered and Lucian let out a dark laugh.
"You think he trusts me? The man would stab me if he could."
"I wish he would stab me." Edgar muttered under his breath.
"What?" Lucian exclaimed, and Edgar brushed it off.
"Don’t worry about it." Edgar muttered. "Should I put him back in the master bedroom? He freaked out last time and I don’t want him to-"