Indeed, Cassius had never hurt her— yet. But the keyword was "yet," a foreboding reminder that his mercy had limits, if it existed at all.
His ruthlessness was unparalleled, sparing neither vampire nor human, woman nor man. His indiscriminate cruelty was a constant shadow, feeding her doubts that any glimmer of mercy resided within him. And now, with Queen Morgana's words echoing in her mind, an unsettling thought clawed its way into her heart—what if he did kill her one day?
Her life, precariously perched on a knife's edge, was nothing more than a transaction. Safety came at the cost of entertaining him. She could live only so long as she held his interest. But what would happen if she failed to amuse him?
Death.
The answer was as chilling as it was certain.
