"Lucian, you oaf, in what world am I sweet?" Cass asked, stunned, and Lucian looked pissed.
"How are you not sweet? You look like a damn blushing bride right now, and honestly, I'm a little angry that you are going to let others see you like this. I know that you have to, but I am now regretting my decisions." Lucian was a snarling man, and Cass realised that he might have played a role in this.
Especially when Ser Hune laughed. Her laughter grew muffled as she covered her mouth with her hand and Cass glanced in her direction. She made a few quick, rapid motions. Her hands resting together by her head, like she was sleeping on a pillow. A sudden, jerky movement as she sat up and patted an empty bed. A sour face as she looked around.
