The next day, when Evelyn Ford got up and went out, she once again saw Ronan Kendrick sitting in front of the fireplace.
He looked to be in good spirits, showing none of the fatigue that should come from staying up all night.
"Going hunting?"
Evelyn Ford wanted no part of it. She was still on her period.
"Not right now."
"Hasn't your injury healed yet?"
Evelyn Ford nodded.
"When will it be better?"
"Another two or three days."
Ronan Kendrick watched her thoughtfully. Evelyn Ford had a bad feeling, and sure enough, he pulled out his knife the very next second.
"Want to drink some blood?"
Evelyn Ford honestly felt like kneeling before him. This guy was just too intense.
"No."
"You're so weak," he remarked, his expression calm.
Evelyn Ford glanced at his face, really wanting to smack it a few hundred times with the sole of her shoe.
