When she approached him, she raised her right hand and bit her fingertip.
With a soft "hiss," her skin split open, and a bead of crimson blood immediately welled up.
The blood trembled at her fingertip, glistening in the sunlight.
Isaac Vaughn stared at the bleeding finger, his brow involuntarily furrowing.
His gaze shifted from the blood bead to Seraphina Caldwell's face, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
Seraphina raised her hand and looked up at Isaac, who was a head taller than her, her lips twitching slightly.
"Could you squat down a bit?"
She wiggled her finger.
"How am I supposed to drip my blood on you from this height?"
At that moment, his nose was almost touching Seraphina's forehead, the closeness suffocating.
He exuded a faint scent of seawater, salty and cool, mixed with a hint of herbal freshness.
The sudden proximity made Seraphina's heart skip a beat.
