Sebastian~
I stared at her, unconscious and pale against my navy blue sheets, and for the first time in centuries, I felt my age.
The chaos from earlier still echoed in the room—splintered wood from the stake embedded in the wall, claw marks on the dresser, a torn lamp shade dangling awkwardly to one side like it had survived a drunken party. And in the middle of it all, there she was—Cassandra.
I had carried her to my bed like something precious and breakable, her weight far too light in my arms. The mattress dipped slightly beneath her, her face relaxed now, no longer twisted in the agonized frenzy that had possessed her. I brushed a lock of her soft hair from her face, letting my fingers graze the soft curve of her cheek.
"You really know how to make a man go crazy," I muttered, offering a dry smile she couldn't see.
She didn't stir.
