If she ever had a child, she thought bitterly, she would name them after an angel instead. Perhaps angels would not take names so personally.
"Cassian has not touched a woman since the terrace incident," the Reaper stated smoothly, cutting through Cixi's bitter thoughts with a crucial piece of information. "But he might seek one now. Now that you physically marked him again and bit his lip today, you activated the dormant curse. He might feel the need for physical comfort, especially a kiss."
Cixi's breath hitched. Her stomach dropped. She stared at the Reaper as though someone had handed her a set of impossible instructions and expected her to build something intricate without manuals, blueprints, or even a proper explanation.
And somehow this had become her fault? Was she the one to blame for it? Did that even make sense? Cixi asked herself bitterly.
