Lying on the ground in Cassius' bathroom, Trenton stared vacantly at the liquid covering his hand.
"You should eat it," was Cass' suggestion.
Rage.
It was broiling deep in the pit of Trenton's stomach and, though his muscles were strained, body aching from the outright abuse, Trenton managed to throw a sharp glare in Cassius' direction. The vapid bastard was smiling at him as he exited the shower, shaking out his soaked hair. Wiping the blood from his leaking nose with his arm, Trenton glared down at the mess on his torso, the trail of body fluids leading to where he was lying in a puddle of filth.
Merciless and violent, there had been blinding pain.
Trenton's hand slipped over the shredded skin on the back of his neck. Teeth marks.
It was ludicrous to bite another Pureblood, ridi
