Chapter 51 – Unexpected Events
The sensation of wet, muddy ground pressing against his back, just in front of the cracked door, was one of the most unpleasant things Cassius had felt recently.
His eyes were hazy, his mind lagging, as a quiet crawl of anger stirring inside him.
It just had to happen, he thought irritably, to the one shirt he had come to love. The shirt that held a memory dear to him for it celebrated the day Isolde accepted him as her husband.
At that thought, an anger he rarely felt surged inside him like molten lava. He blinked, driving away the haziness, already prepared to burn the culprit to smouldering ash.
But the first sight his eyes found was an old man. Grey, dirty hair, black eyes nearly swallowed by the folds of his eyelids, shaking and coughing from the impact of the fall…and uselessly trying to clean the stain on Cassius's shirt with his handless arms.
