"Anyways," Cass said, coughing again. "It seems that our sleeping arrangements are less than ideal?" Cass suggested mildly, glancing at the three tents. He didn't need to fake the frown that marred his face. He wasn't pleased with this either. Why did he need to suffer because it was Lady Fiona's damn harem?
He was just a gay guy roped into this for power reasons. Why did he need to suffer as well?
Vespertine's sour expression returned, and he glanced at the two women. Holy hell. Sir, one of those women is your wife, and the other is your sister. Keep your hatred to a minimum. For Cass' peace of mind.
"Yes. The priests decided to only set up three. Lord Ridgewood went off to speak to them about this." Cass wondered what kind of situation Lord Ridgewood would have come back to if Cass and Lucian hadn't arrived first.
"Ah. I see. That's why I don't see him." Cass commented, and Lady Fiona flinched.
