It was 5: a.m.
The sun was slowly starting to rise, and the vampires were returning to their chambers to sleep until another darkness met their world.
Rose was slowly walking along the walkway that led her to the slaves' quarters; she, too, needed to rest since she was now adapting to the nightlife; she needed to observe her rest during the day, too, to refill her energy for the next night.
But Rose doubted if she was going to be able to sleep that morning. She could still feel Cassius' lips on hers, and her mind was repeatedly playing how he had emotionlessly kissed her in his library just because he wanted to prove something to Eliot.
And after Cassius had finished kissing her, he pushed her away and asked her to always remember that he was her master and she would always be nothing but his slave; he asked her to keep in mind that from that moment, she was going to satisfy all his needs, especially his sexual needs.
