Aidan was shamed that she would think so highly of him in light of what he'd done to her. Not that she knew that, nor did he expect her to. The shame came anyway. His mind flooded with the horrors he'd committed against her, all the while, his senses were alight with the way she'd tasted, what her blood had done to him, the way she'd felt flowing through his own veins.
Leeloominai.
"Deo." He said, almost a whisper. Supreme being. Protector. "Kilen’poulanatz."
Aidan wanted to reach out and cup her cheek, as he had before. He knew what it would feel like. Perfection. She was everything the world needed her to be. She was beauty and strength. She was intelligence and power. He'd destroyed every bit of it. It was worse than his blood drunk hallucinations, because he knew she was real. She was merely another version of the girl he'd slaughtered.