"I need..." Norton Abyss spoke in a low voice.
He suddenly leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "I need your blood."
"You..." Fiona Schmidt held a hand between them. Norton wore very little, with only a thin black shirt beneath his open suit. When she unintentionally touched his chest, she could clearly feel the alternating hot and cold of his body temperature. "Are you having an episode again? You have an episode every night; why on earth don't you go to the hospital?!"
Fiona frowned deeply, utterly speechless with him. This man was getting more and more outrageous. It would be one thing if he just came to her during his episodes, but he even outright asked as if she owed him something.
"Let's go." Norton said succinctly, suddenly grabbing her slender wrist and pulling her along as he turned to leave.
Fiona wouldn't comply, standing firmly in place, her petite face falling into a deep scowl.
