"Pardon me? What are you implying with that? Corrupting your son?" Cass asked, offended, and Duke Ridgewood huffed.
"I guess I should expand on that and say sons, though it is rather unfortunate. For some reason, you have Duke Vespertine's approval. I wonder if a man like you has been secretly galivanting around the city under our very noses and corrupting everyone you touched. Your grandfather was right to be worried about you." It was a very well sharpened knife, and unfortunately, it slid right in between Cass' and Cassian's ribs.
The fucker.
Was he truly implying that Cass might be…sleeping around with people right now? Was that what he was saying? In the middle of the main hall of the fucking temple? A place where Cass' authority was higher than him?
Where Cass had just negotiated with the gods to make another fucking Saint?
Cass' laugh was harsh, angry, and made Lord Ridgewood under his hands flinch.
