Sebastian~
At around 9:00 pm, I felt Cassandra stir against me.
It started as a twitch. A small shift of her fingers beneath mine, then a sudden jerk of breath that nearly stole mine with it. My eyes flew open. The room was still dim, the lamplight drew a golden halo over her tangled hair and my undead heart stumbled.
"Cassandra?" I whispered.
Her lashes fluttered. And then… those eyes. Gods, those tortured, haunted eyes opened slowly, blinking against the light. And for a brief second, there was panic in them. Pure, animal panic. Like she didn't know where she was. Like she didn't know who I was.
Then she gasped.
Her hands shot out and gripped my shirt. "Sebastian," she breathed, and her eyes searched my face like a lifeline. "Sebastian—are you okay? Did I hurt you? Gods—tell me I didn't—"
"Whoa, hey—" I tried to sit up, but she was already moving.
