Cass felt like he was a stomping, angry troll. He was angrily pulling clothes on, huffing and puffing. At this point, he should be the dragon, not the man outside.
Edgar was staying out his war path, still covered in wine, watching him with warm blue eyes that made Cass flush every time he looked in his damn direction. That fucker.
He didn't need any more confusing feelings right now. Not when he wasn't even sure how to kick the man out of his room. The fucker didn't even have somewhere else to go. Cass didn't even know if he had a room in the mansion. He was sure that he did, but damnit, he was following him like a puppy right now.
Cass spun, doing up the last of his buttons on his shirt, his hair wet and flicking into his eyes. He pushed it out of his face, annoyed that it was white and not brown, before glaring at Edgar. Then, he waved a hand and Edgar paused as magic swirled around him. One second he was looking like he'd crawled out of a romance novel and next…
