I jumped across the room and away from Rogal feeling sick to my stomach, wanting to run. I knew now why Eric had been so protective of his servants even if he was horrible to them himself, they were his and he explain to me once that our blood line is diffrent and that maybe it was a blessing I couldn't feed directly that the connection it can fuse can be quiet uncomfortable.  I knew I didn't bond with him but the mention of Eva the reminder that he was hers was horrible after tasting him. I felt a feral desire to claim him in the most basic of ways I could still taste his blood on my lips and the reminder of Eva on my ears and I couldn't take it. I drew on anger to defend myself to put space between my chaotic emotions and the human who knew nothing about me "I'm not her ward to be worried over" I said snidely feeling like a bitch.