He looked at her for a moment, and she could tell that he knew how Rufus would treat her. His expression melted into sympathy, but instead of gentling her, his reaction just hardened her resolve. He was a Noble, the same as Rufus, and whatever the blood-taking did to her, whatever hold it had over her emotions, that didn’t change the fact that he was one of them. He’d still taken what he needed from her. He’d still cut her.
