She tried so hard to resist it however Sylas was stronger in this situation and she was easily charmed for the second time.
She nodded in agreement, all that anger and spark gone in a instant.
He let up once he could feel her getting weaker, pulling his fangs out of her neck. His hand moved to hold her chin, forcing the young De Rolo to stare into his gaze.
βYou're π°πΆπ³ family, Cassandra.β
Sylas's yellow eyes seemed to glow as he spoke, charming her again.
She knew it was useless to fight back unless she wanted to perish, and yet she tried her best to get out his grasp until she felt his fangs upon her neck she stilled again.
"I never asked for this!"
It was useless to use up her remaining strength, she just went limp.
His grip eased just slightly, not wanting to snap her delicate neck so soon.
Instead, he moved his other hand to adjust her collar and reveal the scars from so many prior bites.
βHow nice of you to walk right back into my grasp. .β
He smirked, sinking his fangs into her β
"I had a unfortunate run in with Sylas.. he was very unpleasant seems they are both pissed off more so than usual..."
Hands go to her throat before she let out a sigh.
"I'll be okay.."
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shifting from a moping state to stand.
βthatβs fine. but i ask that you donβt bring her up.β
someone was STRESSED this morning.. for good reason.
βtheyβre backγcassandra.β
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βmorningγcassandra.
as for drinkingγ no.
i proceeded to drink and remain awake for the remainder of the night.
NOT due to himγmight i clarify.
sheβs still on thin ice.β
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"And here I though I should at
least give your title some respect."
She chuckled softly, moving to slip
her arm around her waist.
"I'm glad you slept well."
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A smirk appeared on his lips, staring into her eyes and tightening his grip.
He was enjoying watching her struggle.
βYou're embarrassing yourself, Cassandra.β