Cardan hates you. Hates you so much that sometimes he cannot think of anything else. He hates that you're with Locke; he knows love to Locke is a game.

It's a ball- a gala. He watches as you dance with Locke until both of you get cut off by a voice.

"Time to change partners." The worst person it could be. Cardan.

"Oh, did I steal your line?" He says to Locke as he walks away.

Cardan takes your wounded hand in his black gloved one with a grin.