Page 24 of Blood of a Huntsman

No, the reason Cat disliked him was because he was a waste. A waste of power. With so much strength at his fingertips, all he did was mope around about being changed.

She got it; he wasn't born like her. He hadn't been prepared. But the change had been months ago. He should have started to adapt, and embraced the fact that he was a greater warrior now than ever before.

Cat remembered when her brother had turned. He’d barely undergone any change. He'd been a powerful mage before, with eyes that already turned as stormy as the night when he called his power. Becoming a vampire had done very little other than increasing his speed.

Her? Well, she hadn't been much before. Weaker than her little sister in hand-to-hand combat. Not even in the same realm as her brother when it came to magic. She was the typical middle child. Turning last year had also been inconsequential.

But Sebastian…

Cat, like most vampires, had an eidetic memory, which was the only reason she could recall Bash before his change. He'd been unmemorable. Pretty enough to look at, but, given their exercise regimen, most huntsmen were rather delectable. He'd been kind—that, she remembered. When he'd seen Chloe feeling uncomfortable—partially thanks to Cat—Sebastian had intervened. But that was it.

After the change, being in his presence was like standing in front of a bomb ready to explode.

He was faster than her, stronger than her—if he hadn't relented earlier tonight, she would have been in trouble, but the moment she'd snapped him out of his blood haze, he'd stopped fighting.

And he had magic.

Did he even realize how rare it was for a turned vamp to develop actual magic so damn early on?

Cat would have killed to have his strength. And frequently wanted to kill him for not using it.

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