Rose gently pulled her face away from Cassius, looking embarrassed as hell, while on the other hand, Cassius looked unfazed.
He snapped his sharp eyes to Felonious, who was standing in the shadows, and asked sternly. "I thought I asked you a question, mage?"
Felonious was speechless, but he dared not point out what he had stopped talking to Cassius. He cleared his throat and walked back to the table.
Rose was flustered; she tried stepping out of Cassius's hold, but he held her tighter.
"Stay," He whispered.
He didn't trust that she was stable enough to stand on her own.
He never felt guilty, but this time, he did.
The human in his arms was teaching him new emotions he never thought he'd feel, making him think twice before he did anything.
He knew he didn't love her; addiction, he had said, but his addiction was like no other. He craved her presence, her soul, her blood.
He needed her, but he was scared.
