Cass finished up the last of the nobles for the day. He wondered if anymore were going to dare show their faces tomorrow after word got out what he did to the last of them.
All of them left shivering, sweating, staring at Cass like they had never seen him before. One had even said that he thought that Cass was better than his grandfather, and it appeared that he was wrong. That part stung.
He wasn't like his grandfather. He wasn't a bigot, and wasn't trying to kill anyone. He was trying to save people, he was a fucking hero. They didn't know that, and it was mean and rude of them to say that he was like a true monster all because they weren't getting what they wanted from him.
