After she expressed so clearly how much she missed what we had together, I showed up in her chambers demanding her blood. My stomach clenched at the way I'd been treating her. She doesn't deserve this, Novak. What are you doing to her?
I rolled on my back and stared up at the ceiling, succumbing to some serious self-loathing.
I remembered the time when I cared so much about Sofia that even entertaining the idea of drinking her blood made me feel sick, but now, it'd become such a norm between us. There were times when I didn't even bother to ask her anymore. I just took what in reality, wasn't even really mine, taking advantage of the knowledge that she wouldn't mind, that she would willingly give to me what I was asking for.
