CASSANDRA’S POV
I couldn’t feel my face. Actually, I couldn’t feel anything except humiliation pulsing through my blood like a fever. Out of all the things in this world, I had just been chased by a cat. Not a tiger. Not a dog, A fluffy white cat named Angel...who apparently had the heart of a demon and the claws of a vengeful ex-wife.
It was so embarrassing I wanted to bury myself alive if that wasn't bad enough
And the worst part? I was currently underneath a very naked Alaric. I didn't know how to describe the situation aside from awkward and crazy. My brain short-circuited for a second while I cursed myself for wearing a dress.
Heat flared across my skin so violently I thought I might combust. His body was heavy but warm, his breath brushing my cheek as realisation crashed into me
