Chapter 133: Acceptance
Sebastian~
At around 9:00 pm, I felt Cassandra stir against me.
It started as a twitch. A small shift of her fingers beneath mine, then a sudden jerk of breath that nearly stole mine with it. My eyes flew open. The room was still dim, the lamplight drew a golden halo over her tangled hair and my undead heart stumbled.
"Cassandra?" I whispered.
Her lashes fluttered. And then... those eyes. Gods, those tortured, haunted eyes opened slowly, blinking against the light. And for a brief second, there was panic in them. Pure, animal panic. Like she didn’t know where she was. Like she didn’t know who I was.
Then she gasped.
Her hands shot out and gripped my shirt. "Sebastian," she breathed, and her eyes searched my face like a lifeline. "Sebastian—are you okay? Did I hurt you? Gods—tell me I didn’t—"
"Whoa, hey—" I tried to sit up, but she was already moving.
She pushed me back, checking my neck, my arms, my chest. Her fingers trembled as they skimmed my skin. There was this frantic, heart-breaking desperation in every touch. Like she thought she might fall apart if she didn’t check every inch of me.
"Please," she whispered, "please tell me I didn’t hurt you. I wasn’t—I wasn’t in my right mind. I wasn’t—"
Her voice cracked, and something in me shattered. "Cass..."