Cass didn't poke and prod at Sam too much, able to tell that the man was clearly going through it. Cass did wonder how far their relationship had gone while no one else was around to bother them. Given Sam's reaction to sending Byron away for a day at most, he really did wonder.
He bet there were a few juicy stories there. Maybe Sir Forsythe might get some of the answers while he was there guarding Lady Ava's family? He could only hope, and then hope that he was willing to divulge his information.
Cass was just stepping off of the bottom step of the cellar when the door at the top flung open and Fiona stood there, huffing, with a Ser Hune behind her. Ser Hune's face was shrouded in darkness, given the angle, and Cass couldn't read Fiona's face either.
She didn't leave him in suspense for long.
She raced down the stairs, nearly falling because of her skirts but catching herself and coming to a screeching halt in front of Cass.
