“Freya, are you okay? I am so sorry,” he said as he stared into my eyes. I glanced down at his purple and blue bruised neck, and instantly turned away to close my eyes. The guilt at what I'd done was just so overwhelming, I couldn't face it, or him. “Freya, please forgive me,” he begged me while trying to pull my chin up to face him.
A rage overtook me, and before I knew it I had pushed him away and he was sprawled out on the floor, trying to back away from me like I was a wild animal. I calmed myself back down and scrambled towards the corner of the wall. I placed myself in the corner and hid behind my knees.
“What's happening to her?” I heard Mason ask.
“This is why I didn't want you coming down here. She's infected, I suspect that Azael has been feeding her his blood over the last few years. Now that she's been cut off, she's going insane,” Selene replied.
“I don't remember him feeding me his blood.”