Dipping her body deeper into the bathtub, Bella was left in her own thoughts. She pondered, her mind disappearing as she stared at the haze that had filled the bathroom. So many thoughts swirled inside her head: about tonight, about the hatred humans have against vampires, and likewise, about Cassius.
An enigmatic soul, that's who Cassius is.
She had been sad the day before after the words that Iliza had accused her of, and Cassius's offer of allowing her to see Ariel was made if she came to the town with him.
Was that kindness, or was it the fickle will of a powerful man?
Then earlier, he had saved her, and the way he had prioritized her safety, the way his fingers tenderly checked her wounds, and how he had gazed at her in a comforting worry. None of it felt like the usual Cassius, and somewhere she thought that it was kindness.
