Tonia's POV
A sharp pain sliced through my chest as his hand fell away from my hair. I sat up slowly, the weight of his struggle pressing down on both of us.
"We discussed this before. I promised I would stand by you through everything and-"
"How long can you keep that promise?" The raw anguish in his voice made my heart ache.
He took a shuddering breath, as if preparing to confess something terrible. "Earlier, I almost attacked one of our people. Again."
My blood ran cold.
"The servant who brought my dinner - the entire time she was there, all I could think about was how sweet her blood would taste. I could hear her pulse, feel the rhythm of her heartbeat calling to me. I came so close to grabbing her wrist and tearing it open."
His fingers raked through his dark hair frantically. "I can barely be around Bruce and Rosalyn anymore because I'm terrified of what I might do. What happens when they want to spend time with their father and I start craving their blood?"
