Draken was laughing at him. He could feel it from the way his shoulders were shaking from the way he was holding him. Cass didn't even want to look at him, coughing into a handkerchief that Sam had procured for him.
He was coughing up less blood now, but his insides felt like they were still on fire. He'd never had a stomach issue this bad before. He wanted to be doubled over, and with the way Draken was carrying him, he essentially was. He would never admit it, but the way Draken carried him made him feel better.
Damn the man.
"Are you not even going to look at me?" Draken asked, his tone teasing and Cass glowered at the wall he was staring at. They were going up the grand staircase, and it felt eerily similar to how Lady Fiona had carried him before. Only Cass knew Draken was taking this route so that the most people could see him.
