"You use magic a lot more than I do." Cass said softly, and watched as surprise crossed Edgar's face. Then, it softened and the man stared at him, his lips soft.
"Well, I imagine that it has something to do with the fact that I was forced to do so from a young age. Because of the blood that runs in my veins, I had no choice but be good at magic. Part of it was what sealed my fate, the other part was something I inherited from my Mother." Edgar said, and Cass felt like he might have stepped onto a landmine.
Edgar didn't look upset to be speaking about it, but he didn't look happy.
"Uh, that might be the case. I also had to relearn how to use magic when I came back." The words poured out of Cass, and Cass froze.
He was not supposed to tell the other man that. He really shouldn't have. Edgar paused, staring at Cass as Cass stared at him.
