Aila stared at the white-haired vampire like he'd gone mad. But the events leading up to her death in Damon's arms were crystal clear, and this new sensation of feeling hungry, or as Cassius put it, 'craving blood' along with this strange need to make sure he was happy, only meant that his words were correct. She looked away and stared at one of the paintings on the wall while she ignored the burning in her throat and tried to rearrange her thoughts.
She then scoffed. "So, you are my master?" She turned to look at him again, her features now composed. "What does that even mean?"
Cassius smiled and leaned towards her, Aila wanted to move away, but she stayed still and stared back at him expectantly. "It just means I am responsible for you. I awakened your vampiric side, and now I need to show you the ropes," He replied nonchalantly with a shrug. Aila knew there was more to this whole 'master' concept than what Cassius said so simply.
