Cassius's eyes seemed to fill itself with delight as it stared at her.
Of course, his father is now free.
But so what? Was that man supposed to ever be free?
He reached out his hand and gently brought it around her hair. Pulling the towel over her head, he then rubbed it gently, placing her to sit between his thighs. It was great to put Arabella to sit in front of him. This way, she wouldn't be able to see his face, wouldn't know or notice the kind of ugly expression he would be making.
She had been too busy, too exhausted the past few days, so how could he let her worry about him even more after everything?
His sweet girl didn't seem to notice so he gently pressed her hair with the crisp towel, dabbing it, "He is not."
Arabella's eyes brightly tried to look at his face but with her hair that was still wet as his hostage, she could only pull her knees together, "So even after Alice is gone, he's still under the magic's control?"
