It seemed that even the starlight was crushed into his eyes.
"Do you want me to feed you?"
Isabel was so startled by him that her eyes widened in surprise, and it took her a good while to react; he really meant to feed her.
"Young Master Shannon... this, this isn't quite appropriate, is it?"
Thomas Shannon leaned closer to her, his thin lips carrying a seductive smile, his voice a touch husky, "What, you don't want to?"
The fresh scent from the man wafted into her nose, making Isabel's brain feel a bit dizzy.
Unlike the faint mint scent Liam Donald carried, his scent was especially dizzying.
Isabel took a deep breath, calming her racing heart, and then softly said, "Young Master Shannon, it's not appropriate. I'll do it myself."
She reached out her hand to take the water bottle, but Thomas Shannon deliberately avoided her, not letting her take it.
"But..." He leaned to Isabel's ear, his warm breath spilling into her sensitive earlobe, "I want to feed you, so what do we do?"
