As Cassius turned back into the room, his eyes fell on Edmund, who remained seated at the table, his head bowed low, fists clenched tightly in his lap.
The dim light of the room cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity in his tightly shut eyes.
Cassius's sharp gaze caught the faint movement of Edmund's lips as he muttered under his breath, the words too soft to hear but venomous in their rhythm, like a curse being silently woven. He didn't need to hear the words to know exactly what Edmund was stewing over.
The humiliation of being forced to pour a drink for the man who had so thoroughly claimed his fiancée was likely eating away at him, corroding whatever pride he had left.
He was clearly boiling in his humiliation, likely plotting something vindictive to even the scales.
