Cass and Byron stared at each other, both with their arms crossed, both with scrunched up facial expressions, and silence rang between them for a long, heavy moment. Neither spoke, the tension growing as Byron's face continued to turn a deeper shade of red.
Finally, Byron broke the silence, a deep, ruddy shade across his cheeks.
"It was out of worry. I didn't mean anything by it. I just thought that with Lucian gone you needed…someone to look out for you." Byron admitted. Cass huffed.
"Was the vampire and the holy knight not enough for you? What about Sam, the demon? Or hell, the army of fairies in war regalia? Come on Byron, were you so full of yourself that you thought you were better than even our family?" Byron looked sufficiently chastised. In fact, he looked incredibly embarrassed.
His shoulders hunched and the confidence he had coming into this conversation was gone. Replaced by a boy who had begged Cass for a chance when Cass had first found out he was a spy.
