"Sorry. I was a bitch," she said with a wince.
"On which occasion?" Sebastian asked.
Cat snorted, or laughed; she couldn't quite tell.
"When I implied you were weak. For needing blood the way you do," she added.
She'd believed that since she was a newborn, turned only twelve months ago, she could remember what he was going through quite clearly. But if tonight was any indication, she had no idea. And no wonder.
All her life, she'd known she would eventually turn into a vampire. And she'd been told what to expect, and trained to control her thirst. The conditioning had started early. When she'd been thirsty as a child, she'd had to wait an hour before being given a drop of water. In her teens, she'd fasted for days on end, all the while sparring. Assuming that she could understand what someone like Bash felt upon turning had been self-centered as hell.
This was her first time experiencing bloodlust in twelve months. And she wasn't dealing with it well.