Cass cried so much that it was beginning to make the two men trying to comfort him concerned. Vespertine left to go get Fiona, to see if that would help, but Cass was inconsolable. He felt like the fragile peace he'd been working towards was shattered.
He couldn't trust Sam, the secret that Lord Blackburn had been hiding from not just them, but Cass as well, had been revealed. He'd had to kill himself just fucking yesterday. Cass wasn't sure there was a way to come back from this.
Fiona seemed to get it, and she didn't ask, just began to wrap Cass' hands with an approved medical wrap and then ordered Lucian to go to bed. Cass felt like a damn doll. He could tell that the others wanted to talk to him, but now wasn't the time. Cass knew it, and they could tell that it wasn't from the way that Lucian had him tucked into his chest, his orange eyes glaring at everyone, daring them to harm him.
