Finally able to breathe past the anger and fury that pounded in his chest, Cass stumbled out of his office, and down the two damn intersections to his bedroom.
Like he had promised, Sam was inside, tidying up, the basket on a slightly lower table then his normal bedside table, and an outfit laid out on his bed. Sam had opened the windows, letting in the late afternoon, early evening light and it took some attention away from the garish colour scheme of the room.
Cass tsked, not at him, but at what he had lost during the day when he had planned to go into town. Sam, who heard him, slowly frowned.
"Is something wrong, my Lord?" He asked and Cass sighed.
"I'm just not happy with how the day went today, that's all." Cass told him before he moved towards the bed. "I have a few tasks for you to do, but after that you're free for the rest of the night till the morning." Cass told him and Sam nodded.
