Talk about losing every reason or restriction. He lost it. Cedric might not have gotten drunk on the wine, but he was for sure now drunk on her lips. He wanted more and he would take more, greedily everything she could offer.
He knew when she arrived from the start, he always recognized that rose, embedded strawberry scent when she arrived as soon as the door opened. Her scent was the only thing he could sense no matter where.
He hated that fact as much as he loved it. He was still mad at her, he knew she didn't want him, did not need him. Abrielle made it clear from the start, yet the thought of her wanting someone else made him lose it.
He searched for reasons to believe it wasn't the case, but it was hard to see things from another view. They might have found a way to get close or maybe Alfonso was the one that was playing a dangerous game.
