Lady Ava gets what she wants

Cass was a hot, flustered mess when they finally opened the doors back into the temple. The girls were all smiles, giggling and happy even as their faces told a different story, while Cass was flushed, red faced, his eyes darting around as if looking for escape routes. 

Lucian, Sir Forsythe and Edgar had been rather stone faced, expecting to have to deal with a serious situation instead of what was in front of them. 

"We're going back to the main temple hall. Lady Ava needs to speak to the gods." Cass ordered, grabbing Edgar's shoulders and turning him, pushing him. "Lead the way please!" Cass said, clearly fleeing the other women who were still giggling. 

"Come onnnn, Cass! Why won't you let us?" Fiona begged, batting her eyes all sweet and cute. Cass flinched. 

"No, Fiona! I'm not a doll!" He couldn't recall how many times he'd said that to her already, and Fiona's eyes just curled up at the edges, all warmth and kindness and a complete trap.