Nothing was going his way.
Cass knew that he had dreams and visions for how this new life was going to go, but he didn't think it would go this poorly. The first week of living in this new world and new body was difficult. He'd still get headaches, and the occasional nosebleed, but that wasn't the worst of it.
The worst of it was the fact that since he'd pissed off Lady Fiona, an army of food had been sent to him. All of it within the strict diet that Sam had been forced to tell her, but with one problem. Sam had a way to test the food, and every time, he'd have to shake his head and give it away.
The food, for some reason, still wasn't safe for Cass to eat.
It wasn't as if he didn't trust Sam, but he'd had to watch him test the food several times before he believed him. He'd wanted to eat some of it, to officially taste if there was something wrong with him, but Sam and Sir Forsythe nearly had heart attacks when they heard him say that.