Cassian
Everything around me bows before me, including the minds of people. I mold them at will, implant memories or thoughts that never existed, and I can wander through them as I please. And yet, she fights to resist.
No matter how much I try to enter it and crush it, to shatter it until her mind is nothing but dust and she a hollow shell, her will is made of iron and manages to repel me. However, she doesn’t know that from time to time her thoughts come to me like whispers in my ear, that all the anxieties that arise from the possibility that I am in her head at that very moment reach me.
Milena’s blood has filled my goblet for over an hour, and just the thought of letting it slide down my throat no longer excites me. Instead, that other neck—long, creamy skin, and delicate lines—see
