Aurelia Shaw's eyes gradually regained clarity. The man's sturdy body was right in front of her, with a piece of firm flesh between her teeth. She froze, suddenly realizing what was happening, and looked up abruptly, only to find herself staring into Mason Nightshade's deep, burning black eyes.
Aurelia felt her heart skip two intense beats. Normally calm and collected, her fingers were trembling slightly, perhaps due to the alcohol or something else. Heat rose to her cheeks, coloring her beautiful face a rosy red, even tinting her ear tips pink.
"Mason Nightshade, what are you trying to do?" she preemptively questioned in a clear, crisp voice, though upon closer inspection, there was a hint of wavering guilt at the end of her words.
Mason Nightshade hadn't expected her to suddenly become sober and was momentarily taken aback.
Was her action just now intentional, or was it instinctual?
