What in the world was going on? This felt truly like Cass was inside of a damn romance novel today. The men treated him so well, helping him bathe and take care of himself.
Hell, when they went to go check up on Gideon, he felt like he got breakfast and a show.
Gideon was shirtless, his body rippling with muscles as he practised swinging the sword that Cass had caught him, his dark red hair clinging to his forehead. The fucker even turned, smiling widely at Cass and Lucian, flicking his hair out of his face with a movement of his head.
Cass swore he heard music playing as the man approached, tucking the sword away with a practised hand.
That was how Cass greeted Gideon in the morning, and Lucian didn't even get upset! The man was cool as a cucumber, and even when Cass checked on his expression several times, the man was calm. Collected. It was unlike how the man had behaved even just the day prior.
That was when Cass started getting fucking suspicious again.
