TTBW Snippet #3
Alrighty, here's your last tasty morsel to get you ready for what's to come.
Devlon simply began to scour the group again, eyes narrowed as he took in the faces of the five camp lords around him. The mistrust he had was written clearly across his face as he hung around the outskirts of the group. “I don’t trust this, Cassian. When you said you’d be coming, I didn’t expect anyone else to turn up. This seems,” Devlon’s speech trailed off as his words became softer. “I don’t know what it seems like, but I don’t think this will end well.” Cassian clapped him on the back as he spoke, voice still full of the joviality and mocking that he could find in any circumstance. “Well, if it goes poorly, that’s why you’re here. You’ve never failed to get me out of a jam before.” Devlon let a small smirk grow on his face as he said with mock severity, “yeah, well, getting you three demons through the blood rite alive nearly killed me.” Cassian laughed with the male for a moment before he continued, tone more serious than before. “Dev, I don’t think you’re capable of letting me down. You and I discussed the stakes. Cauldron, Nesta and I nearly debated to death over it. This is how I can make a difference. Let them know I don’t think I’m above them, that I want to work with them and not just order them around like pawns.” Cassian’s voice changed from confident and convicted to something smaller, hopeful and yet not. “I have to try. I don’t know what else to do, progress has grown stagnant. It’s just a drink. Illyria needs this.”
Stay tuned tomorrow for the title and description drop.