Cass woke to birdsong outside of his window, and numbly, he slapped his hands around on the bed, trying to find out where he was. The sheets felt different, and he scrunched up his face. They weren't what he was used to, and fuck, his eyes felt swollen.
Reaching a hand up to grope his eyes, he poked near his cheeks, his face swollen and bloated. He grumbled, complaining until he felt his body stiffen as memories came back.
He'd cried like a damn fucking baby yesterday. Sobbed really. All because he'd woken up without anyone nearby.
He was a damn fucking baby. That was insane. How could Cass do that? And then he'd sobbed when he'd seen the others and…Edgar had carried him up to his room? He was sure he wasn't alone, in fact he was damn near sure that Lucian wouldn't have let Edgar taken him up to his room alone but fuck.
