Chapter 107: A Hard Decision
Cassandra~
The warmth of Sebastian’s body against mine was like heaven. Vampires were supposed to be cold, unfeeling creatures, yet here he was, warm and cozy. And he was holding me like I wasn’t the monster I knew myself to be.
I traced my fingers over the fabric of his shirt, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest. I shouldn’t have let things get this far. I shouldn’t have kissed him. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to pretend, even for a moment, that this could be real. But here I was, wrapped in his arms, savoring every second.
Sebastian shifted slightly, his fingers brushing against my lower back. "Tell me about yourself."
My body stiffened. "What do you mean?"
He let out a low, amused chuckle. "You know quite a bit about me, Brielle—" he paused, rolling the name over his tongue like he was testing it. I nearly flinched at the name. "You know about my company, you’re here in my home... yet I know nothing about you. So tell me—who are you, really?"
I stared at him, my mind scrambling for a response. I couldn’t tell him the truth—not about the demon, not about my real mission, not about the fact that I’d been Kalmia’s slave since I was sixteen, used as a weapon against his kind. No, I couldn’t give him that. But I could give him something else.
Half-truths.
I forced a smile, shifting slightly so I could look into his hypnotic black eyes. "I was born into the Wolfcrest Pack—one of the strongest and most respected werewolf packs in the region."
Sebastian’s brows lifted slightly, interest sparking in his gaze.
"My parents were warriors," I continued, letting the words flow easily from my lips. "Respected, honored. They raised me with love, but also discipline. They taught me how to fight, how to defend myself, how to never bow to anyone."