AZREN
"Azren..." she starts, her voice tender. "Why not? If it helps you—"
"Because I'm terrified that I won't stop.”
The words feel like a confession of a sin I am yet to commit. I drop my hands from her cheeks and rake them through my hair instead, messing it up.
"I haven't tasted blood in... gods, over a decade. Not since the last time I lost control and—" My throat tightens. Trent's face flashes behind my eyes, wide-eyed and trusting. He'd been trying to help me. At the end, it had cost him his life and his blood. So much blood.
"Yet, you still keep her close. Hypocrite," Trent snaps at me.
I feel sick to my stomach because he's right. Even so, I can't... I won't let go of her.
"What happened with him? Trent, I mean," Noelle asks, her eyes fixed on me.
I let out a shaky breath,
