"You damned whore." Cassian growled at her as he rose from the pile of rubble. Xavriel still hadn't come to claim the reward for his help and it had been on his mind since then. He began to wonder if truly he had needed Elena for his cleansing.
That thought had made him question the genuinity of the man who had helped him. Why did he help him if he didn't need her? That afternoon he had felt a strange hotness in his body. He had all the blood to drink in the world but he knew it wasn't that.
He needed something else to warm him up and that's when his mind went to her.
'He wouldn't know if I touched her would he? All he needs is her blood and nothing more.' Cassian had thought to himself but standing now in front of her, he could see clearly the reason why he wanted her.
"Get your damned body back on that bed or I'll make sure your lover never recognizes you again."
No way was she letting this maniac have a taste of her when her own husband hadn't.
