Cass was a little hesitant this time as he approached the white, glowing area. As it came more into focus, he was able to pick out the wrought iron white patio furniture. This time, however, it wasn't empty.
Lord Blackburn was already sitting there, but this time, there was a tea set placed in front of him on the small wrought iron table. Two cups sat on either side of the table, as if it had been set for a long time, and a trail of steam rose from the teapot. When Lord Blackburn saw Cass, he stood up hastily, almost falling over.
His calm expression was slightly ruffled, his expression scrunched up and Cass' immediate worry was that he had done something so awful that Lord Blackburn was upset with him.
Cass couldn't even begin to imagine what he'd done that could have upset him. There were too many things to pick from.
