"Not again—I give, I give!"
Cassarae thought her words were coming out with quite a bit of energy, but they were just whispers bouncing in her skull without even the momentum to make it to her lips, let alone form with enough energy to vibrate her vocal cords.
She didn't know how long it lasted, but she felt like she was drifting off on a high that floated into infinity. When she came to, darkness was hanging all around her, the back of a man she found all too familiar peeking up on the edge of the bed.
For a moment, she watched Sylas, who sat there, his sharp green eyes glowing in the dark as though they radiated their own light. No, it wasn't just an illusion—it was reality. He really did give off his own light.
