Cass stared at the box. It seemed…familiar, but he couldn't place where he'd seen it before. It had been moved around a few times while they had been here, but Cass simply could not recall what was inside of it.
"How?" Cass asked, his voice weak, pitiful. Edgar sucked in a breath, wiping at Cass' cheeks. Tears still poured slowly from his eyes. Lucian crawled back onto the bed, his gaze examining him, his expression painful before he sighed.
"I would like to make it clear, you made these, much to my complaint, but now I understand why you did. You hear me, Cass? I'm trying to help." His voice was firm and Cass just stared at him. He couldn't understand why Lucian was speaking that way, but he nodded.
"So…those are mine?" Cass asked and Edgar stared at the box in interest. Lucian nodded.
