“You need to prepare yourself. Cas…he won’t be as you remember.” My father’s gaze met mine. “I’m ready.” I didn’t think he was, but I reached for the handles and pulled. There was resistance. Because, of course, there was. I had to grit my teeth and pull harder, only for the resistance to disappear without warning. Catching myself with a curse, I ignored the dark, smoky chuckle that echoed from the depths of the Great Hall. Cas…yeah, he was in his asshole era.
