Isaac sighed, his frustration evident as he took a step closer to Mila. His voice was low and urgent. "I understand your concerns, Evangeline, but we're alone in the garden. No one will see us here. And besides, I've taken precautions to ensure our privacy."
Mila's eyes narrowed slightly, her skepticism lingering despite his assurances. "Precautions? What kind of precautions?"
Isaac offered her a reassuring smile, though there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Let's just say I've made sure that no one will disturb us. Trust me, Evangeline. We're safe here."
Mila regarded him for a moment, weighing his words with careful consideration.
Despite her lingering doubts, there was a part of her that longed to fulfill her promise to him—to quench the thirst that had plagued him for so long.
With a resigned sigh, she nodded in acquiescence. "Very well, Isaac. But make it quick. We can't afford to linger here for long."
