Cass was practically vibrating with the need to explain himself, but he just couldn't. Mainly because he didn't want to explain himself in front of not only Sir Forsythe, but fucking Lord Ridgewood as well.
It also didn't help that Sir Forsythe was still stewing in his anger. He had marched right past Edgar pinning Cass against the wall to loom over Lord Ridgewood in the doorway. Cass didn't like the implication there.
Cass, as far as he knew, hadn't been pinned against the wall by Edgar or Lucian before, so he should have been concerned about this. Instead, the man was still hung up on Lord Ridgewood, clothing in his hands, and his jaw clenched. If he was like Lucian or Edgar, Cass was sure his eyes would glow.
