The murmuring voice carried a kind of silent coldness.
Mabel Quinn was startled. In the next moment, Kyle's wrist turned, and the hand that was originally covering the back of her hand had already turned into fingers interlocking with hers, pressing her hand against the wall.
"Kyle, you... let go for a moment, let me turn on the light and put this down." Mabel said urgently, afraid of crushing the cake in her hands.
"Is it the thing you're holding?" he said in a low voice. Even in the darkness, his night vision was much better than hers.
"Yes, it's... a cake..." she replied, "Sorry, I was late today, making you wait so long, and even making you... upset... But this cake, I ordered it several days ago. I asked Alice and checked online; many people like the cakes from this shop. Maybe you'll like it too. I thought today... at least you could have a piece of cake."
"Really?" Kyle said softly, his breath brushing over Mabel's face and neck, making her feel a bit ticklish.
