Chapter 76: Lilou is mad

Have I ever felt actual fear? Right now, all the fears I've known in my entire life felt shallow.

"I told you not to open your eyes, didn't I?"

The difference in his demeanor was far too distinct not to compare or notice. I crept my gaze to my left and wondered if I have ever truly know the man I'm about to marry.

No. And I'm aware of that.

Sam's crimson eyes fixed on me, drooping low. He licked the blood on the tip of his sharp fang.

My throat instantly felt parched. My lower lip trembled as my breathing grew short.

Specks of blood smeared on his cheek and jaw. When he raised his hand, it was covered with nothing but red.

As if he had dipped his hand in a tub of blood. And that hand was reaching out to me.

I'm… scared.

I held my breath as the tip of his finger that was akin to claws, came closer. But it halted midway.

"You're scared." He uttered under his breath.