Cass swallowed, suddenly nervous. His feet even halted, gluing themselves into place and Lucian noticed. He stopped, turning to look back at him as the voices of Lady Fiona and Vespertine washed over them.
"I am not allowing you two to share a tent." Vespertine's voice was firm.
"Edgar, I'm not going to-"
"Do you think that I am worried about what you will do? I'm not! It's the principle of the whole thing, Fiona! You are not staying with Ava in the same damn tent!" It was exactly as Cass had feared. Of course they were having a 'one bed' situation. Which meant they were all going to have a tent shortage.
Cass turned, looking at Sir Forsythe and he stared at Cass, unblinking.
