It was almost like his body knew as soon as they were on safe grounds. As soon as the carriage pulled into his estate, his body began to shift, change.
He'd been relatively normal. He knew he was on a timer, but it was like the thread that had been holding the timer together had snapped as soon as they started down the narrow tree-lined path.
Cass' breathing altered, his chest growing tight as the clothes on his body began to make him feel claustrophobic. Cass pressed a hand against his chest, against his throat. His fingers trembled as soon, others began to notice that something was wrong.
Fiona was the first, since she was sitting right across from him, then it was Edgar.
"Cass? You look pale, is something wrong?" Fiona asked softly, and Edgar jerked towards him immediately. He had been sitting next to Lord Ridgewood, Cass sitting by himself on the bench, but now Edgar was at his side.
He looked like he wanted to touch Cass, but hesitated.
