As if his headache had been waiting for Cass to hear just enough information, it came back in full force.
Cass groaned, his head throbbing and Sam and Sir Forsythe grew concerned immediately.
"My Lord?" Sam rushed over first, concern on his face as Cass clenched onto his head.
Unlike the times before where it had just felt like a classic, pounding headache, this time it felt like probing needles were digging into his head. It was extremely painful, and Cass couldn't control the way his face twisted in pain.
Each centimeter that it felt like the prongs sunk, the more throbbing pain radiated from each point. It felt like hundreds of thousands of the prongs were reaching into his mind, into his brain and Cass wanted to scream.
No noise would come out, and Sam and Sir Forsythe were panicking.
