-Maeve POV-
It felt so good being able to cling to Casimir. But it was different. A better kind of different. My senses seemed to be on another level. Especially my scent. Gah, he smells so damn good. With my eyes rolling to the back of my head, I shove my face into the crock of his neck. As I take in a breath, I try to plaster myself to him. I need to be closer to him.
All of a sudden, I feel something drop. I know what they are instantly, fangs. Before I could even sink them into the side of his neck, Casimir pulls back. Narrowing my eyes at him, I try to pull him closer, only to be met with his strength.
Giving a little laugh, he says. “Now, don’t give me that look. We need to talk..”
I go to open my mouth only to let out a small scream of pain. I throw myself against the hospit
