Leon felt like his entire being had been frozen into solid ice. He could not seem to move his body nor breathe as his eyes slowly lifted to meet Zanya's sharp and piercing ones. His hand was still under her skirt and touching her thigh – frozen stiff. He knew he had to, no… needed to peel that offending limb off her deliciously silky thigh. But his hand was somehow not wired to his brain as it did not do as it was told.
"Err… Umm…" Even his vocal cords seem to have forgotten how to function. That blasted hand of his! In his mind, this situation that he had found himself in seemed to be worse than seeing death itself.
Zanya narrowed those alluring eyes at him. "I can't believe you're this kind of man, vampire!" She bit out in anger, forcing her words through tightly clenched teeth. Hearing the censure in her voice, Leon finally managed to snap out of his frozen state.
