"Fiona?..." Norton Abyss paused mid-step, for the woman had her back turned, and he hadn't noticed anything amiss about her.
Nonetheless, his keen sense of smell already alerted him to the scent of blood lingering in the air.
Almost simultaneously, heat surged in his body, alternating between hot and cold sensations in an instant.
Norton Abyss furrowed his brows, knowing that this was a precursor to his need for blood consumption. His face darkened as his right hand gripped the handrail tightly.
Fiona was sitting on the ground; she really couldn't get up. All she could do was turn around, and when she met the man's bloodshot eyes, she was startled.
Having learned from past experiences, she ignored her pain and struggled to get up from the ground, though she still stumbled.
"Stay back, don't come any closer!" Even though the man seemed lucid at the moment, she understood that look in his eyes clearly; it was identical to when he'd bitten her for blood the previous two times.
