Lying on her back, Aila's head rested on Cassius' lap, where his hand stroked gently at her hair. If it was her mate or her mum, she would have fallen asleep to the rhythm and warmth of their hand, but it wasn't. It was the man, no vampire, who almost killed her mate and her Beta, taking down most of the street and revealing the supernatural creatures to the humans. She fumed under his touch, but the blood healing her body and the whole ordeal of the day left her feeling groggy, beaten up and unable to refuse the comfort she brought Cassius. As disgusting as she felt being there with Cassius instead of her mate or the others, the bond between Aila and her master was warm.
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So... that happened...