Chapter 61 I'M SORRY

• Cassandra felt goosebumps blanketing her skin. She knew what Eros was capable of when he was angry. She knew he had never overcome his anger issues yet and the memories of the torture he mated out on her before flashed in her eyes. She wasn't ready to go through that pain anymore. Eros' jaw was so sharp that it could slice an apple in two. She became more scared when she saw the revolver lying casually on the surface beside his large arm. Was he going to shoot her again? Was Dimitra right about his rage knowing no one? Was it true he killed Elena?
• When she didn't answer, Eros reached for a glass, poured in tequila, and pushed it towards her. "Drink."
• She was confused. She has never been this scared of him, even when she was just his hostage. His calmness was frightening the shit out of her, and she felt fear rippling through her. Why was he offering her a glass of tequila? Does he want to get her drunk and kill her, so she won't put up a fight? When she didn't make a move to get the drink, he took the glass and slugged the drink back.