Xeros Romanov.
My fist tightened in my lap as my eyes followed her every movement. It was like I was in a daze as she stood between my legs, her scent overpowering my senses as she tried to fix up my face. I wanted to tell her that it would heal in a few hours, but I couldn't bring myself to. Instead, I relished the feeling of her soft fingers caressing my face, the closeness between us. Nox howled in joy at the back of my mind, purring in love with the feeling Cassie evoked in us.
I had to physically restrain myself from touching her slender figure as she worked, her breathing shallow and her fingers trembling—she couldn't dare meet my gaze. But still, I couldn't help but stare at her, even though I knew it was unnerving.
She was still scared of me, but it wasn't as alarming as before—
