He let go of her wrist and stepped back, clearly trying to distance himself from her.
Seeing his actions, Fiona Schmidt raised an eyebrow, guessing that he was still attracted to human blood, as his gaze inadvertently fell on her neck.
Realizing this, a thought surged in Fiona's mind: whether he likes her or not, at least for now, he's interested in her blood!
So why not use this to get close to him, so that he couldn't ignore her, and maybe one day, couldn't live without her?
Fiona estimated it was now probably past midnight. Men usually need blood at night, so without hesitation, she lifted her right hand and bit into her index finger.
She stepped forward, reaching her finger out in front of the man, the faint smell of blood spreading in the air, so faint that Fiona herself couldn't smell it, but Norton Abyss, with his keen sense of smell, detected it the moment she bit through her finger.
