Sharon and Susan, who were still sure they could control Mary, flinched when they heard the cold voice of Cassian standing at the door.
His eyes were looking at the seat Mary was sitting in, making their faces red.
He waltzed slowly into the room but instead of taking the head seat like he should, he sat on the last seat on the opposite side.
"......" He was sitting a seat away from Mary, but it only made that seat, the seat of the head. And if that was the start of the table, that meant. They were sitting on the last seat belonging to the baron or the rich commoners.
That made their faces pale instantly.
"Is there some problem with Mary's training? His voice was still cold and stoic, but they still felt his worries about the women.
Mary smiled, "Oh honey! You are here."
She pulled her chair closer to him and blinked her eyes seductively. "I think that you are so busy that I am troubling you by asking you to join me."
