Since Lucian had left so quickly, Cass didn't get a chance to speak to him about his plan to overcome his hell week by micro-dosing. With that being said, Cass felt like he'd probably micro-dosed enough for the day.
He had other fish to fry.
Sam was coming back. Sir Forsythe was on his way to the mansion. Cass hoped that Sir Forsythe got there in time to deal with the shitstorm that Lucian was going to drop into his lap. Cass did send a magical note to the mansion that they were to deliver to Sir Forsythe once he arrived.
It wasn't encoded per se, but it definitely left a lot up to the imagination. It just told Sir Forsythe to keep a good eye on Fiona's section of the manor. That was all.
Sir Forsythe was a smart man. He'd get that something was up.
What that did leave Cass with was an Edgar who was in shock, and also pissed that his family was being fucked with, a distraught Lady Ava, and an equally distraught and pissed off Fiona.
