Tilla couldn’t believe her ears when she heard Vincent asking her to choose a body part where she would want to get bitten.
She pulled her hand away from Vincent’s loose hold and pressed her arm against her chest. The part where Vincent held her earlier was colder compared to her normal body temperature. Thus, she gently rubbed the wrist to warm it up and then mumbled in her shaky breath, “I choose not to get bitten by you.”
“Tilla…” Vincent closed his eyes and tried to convince her again while breathing restlessly, “I can assure you that it won’t hurt as much as you imagine. It will just feel as though you were pricked by a needle.”
Tilla obviously knew for sure that the bite didn’t feel like how Vincent explained it to be. “I’ve been bitten before, Lord Vincent!” she spoke out loud in an assertive voice.
“I know how it feels like because everything is still very fresh in my mind!” She sounded scared as well as angry at the same time.
