Renee Langdon looked nervously at Quinn Leroy, his gaze fixed on her like the eyes of a snow wolf in the night, seeing its prey.
His body was moving closer and closer to hers.
She wanted to step back, but there was no way to retreat.
His hot breath was all over her face, and she was so scared she didn't dare to open her eyes.
Why is he like this, isn't he supposed to be as cool and distant as an Immortal?
The longer she spent with him, the more she realized he was just an Immortal wearing a beast's guise.
His lips were getting closer and closer, lingering on her face and neck, softly caressing her, these gentle yet tender touches making Renee Langdon's body tremble.
Compared to his directness, she was even more powerless against his tenderness.
"Quinn Leroy, I think we need to talk..." Renee Langdon twisted her body, but she couldn't move at all.
"Isn't your point that there's nothing to say, just gratitude will do." Quinn Leroy's voice was full of danger.
