At this moment, although my face was frosty and my gaze sharp as arrows,
the Jevon standing opposite me was, at this very inappropriate time, staring at me in a daze.
That look was far too intense—mixed with a werewolf’s instinctive familiarity toward kindred blood, and a trace of amazement that even he himself hadn’t noticed.
Being stared at like that made my whole body uncomfortable. I couldn’t help lowering my head to check what was on me.
Loose, inky-black hair cascaded casually over my shoulders. I was wearing a bright red princess dress; the skin of my exposed arms was smooth and fair, looking even more rosy and luminous against the red fabric.
Jevon across from me was completely stunned.
“Disgusting.”
Under that suddenly glittering gaze of his, my stomach churned.
I picked u
