Nikolai's POV
As he picked up the book for the hundredth time that day, he felt restless. Ever since the day that he had a whiff of her blood, it had been hard on him. To be around her was like walking on a tightrope while being acrophobic. It was painful.
Yet, he craved that sweet pain rather than being apart. Nikolai knew that he was being irrational. If he wanted he could just have her. Yet he held back, knowing the repercussions of such an act. He knew too much about her.
But every time she came close, he tended to forget it all. She reminded him too much of the past. Too much of what it meant to feel alive. To bathe in the glory of the gifts that the goddess had bestowed on the Morozovs.
That was why he couldn't stay away from her. Every time she tried to run, it only made him excited. He wanted to chase her, to grab her and put his mouth on-
