Cass emerged from his bath, a towel draped around his waist and tucked loosely together. He hadn't realised that someone had left him a towel, but then again it was a bathroom and he should have thought that.
He honestly thought he might have to go out and ask for a towel. That was very romance novel coded, and it felt like the plot had slipped a bit since he'd arrived. Maybe not completely, Cass thought, as his face flamed in memory of what he'd just done on the bed, but still.
He took a few seconds to gather himself, listening to the tub drain as he stood almost naked except for the towel around his waist and he stared into the mirror that sat above the sink. Unlike at his own home, the mirror was where it would normally be in a regular house.
Where it was for everyone else in the mansion Lord Blackburn had built. That meant that Cass could see how tired he was. How much this was weighing on his body, his soul.
