Nick’s POV
I don’t know where she went. I should go after her. I should at least leave the room—it’s her room, after all, even if it’s our castle.
But I don’t. I can’t. I can’t do anything but sit here and stare at my reflection in the mirror—at my face, which has her blood on it.
Is it possible that things are much more simple than people like Luke, Norman, and my father make them out to be—that it’s simply not possible for vampires to be good? Is it possible that I really am every bit as cruel as Ramsay Eaton and all the others?
I just tried so hard not to hurt her—not to rip her—to go slow and careful. I knew she would react like this if I did it any other way. And I was careful, wasn’t I?
No, I think grimly as I wipe her blood from the corners of my lips. You weren’t careful at
