Cass expected that something terrible and awful was going to happen today in the dungeon. So imagine his surprise when nothing happened.
Not a damn thing.
They didn't run into any undead, they didn't find another chest, nothing. Just…hours of walking through hallways while Lucian lead the way, Vespertine and Lady Ava hovered around Cass like he was an injured baby deer, and Fiona glared at Lord Ridgewood like he was the spawn of Satan,
Cass tried not to laugh about it, but it was quite funny.
The man who was known for being logical and calm in most situations had reacted poorly to finding out Cass had demonic blood in his body, and instead of everyone being understanding, they had ripped him a new one. He was being reasonable. He should be questioning if Cass was attempting to take advantage of everyone's kindness.
That was what demons did, after all. Historically, they took advantage of others. You know who else did that?
