She finally uttered a complete sentence, one arm holding Nora Hanson, the other covering her lips, staring at him blankly.
"No." The man shook his head, expressionless, then his eyes fixed on Nora Hanson in her arms, and in an instant, the blood color in his eyes spread again.
Fiona Schmidt gasped, only realizing at such close range that the redness in his eyes was not merely a bloodshot appearance, but... the actual color of his irises!
Red eyes? Fiona was even more shocked. She stared at the man for a moment, unconsciously taking a step back.
"No?" she asked, protecting Nora Hanson in her arms, her brow furrowed tightly.
The man kept staring at her friend. She could feel it; he was interested in her—not in the way a man might be interested in a woman, but...
How to put it? Like a predator eyeing its prey, ready to devour her at any moment!
