What did he expect, honestly? Pegasus; noble servant and beast of the gods—but a beast—and a beauty; gods, was he ever beautiful—to suddenly, what…fall in…cahoots with him? To feel anything other than logical connection and physical attraction? His eyes lowered from Peg’s bright blues to his lips instead, and his own drew into a tense, anxious little line of thinned suspicion.
"…It isn’t that scaring me," Cass whispered brokenly, resting his lips to Peg’s knuckles tiredly. "It’s what I feel in return for you, Peg. I’m a curse; a living curse, and you don’t deserve to share any of my pain, but what I feel is…"
He had to say it, he had to, he had to try…
But the words just wouldn’t come.