Amelia looked at the marks on his neck and raised an eyebrow, smiling. “I asked you before I bit you—how does that cover your medical costs? What responsibility do I have?”
“I can pay for it.” Carl’s voice was a little hoarse, probably from catching a chill. When he chuckled, his breath brushed against her ear, low and thick. “After taking responsibility, it’ll be easier for you to bite next time.”
Amelia felt a little moved, her long black hair cascading down her back, her gaze sharp. “Let me think about it.”
“Take your time,” Carl seemed to smile lightly. “It’s not just that you need a boyfriend. My family is pressuring me too.”
Amelia raised an eyebrow. “Then why did you cancel the engagement?”
She hadn’t forgotten what she had overheard in the hospital.
Carl’s tone softened, his
