Aila watched longingly at Davian, wishing him to stay in the room with her, but orders were orders, and he left carrying the girl she almost killed out through the arched wooden door at the far end. She nearly killed someone because of some messed up cravings she had for human blood now. It made her feel sick, and Aila recoiled when Cassius took a step closer to her. He frowned at her reaction, but she didn't care; she covered her face with her hands feeling the tears spring to her eyes.
She'd turned into a monster. A monster that ravished two humans, and she didn't care, even when she felt their life slipping away, she was too absorbed in how great she felt than what was slipping through her fingers. Right now, she was nothing more than a being controlled by her desires, and it disgusted her. She was disgusted with herself.
