Edward's heart gave a violent, erratic thud against his ribs the moment Earl's loud call snapped his senses back to reality.
That primal hunger was still clawing at his throat, making it hard for him to swallow a gulp because his throat was already parched dry.
But quickly, without wasting a second, Edward forced an easy smile onto his face, shrugging his shoulders with practiced carelessness.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Edward chuckled, though his internal palpitations were surging through his veins, making it almost hard for him to breathe steadily.
He laughed it off, trying to sound as unbothered as possible from his tone, "What is that wild imagination of yours cooking up now, little bunny?"
"It felt as if…you were about to lick my blood off your finger." Earl frowned his brows, his pitch sounding a little more intense than usual.
