"Let me go." Delphine tried to push him away, but her strength was nonexistent, and her voice carried a rare, soft fragility.
If the prey delivered itself to the predator's mouth, there was no reason to spit it out, especially when this time, she had walked right into his trap. He couldn't bear to let her go.
Ignatius Leclair held her tightly and walked straight to the sofa. He set her down on the plush cushions, ensuring she was more comfortable.
"You still have feelings for me." His voice was hoarse to the extreme. "Little liar, why are you deceiving yourself?"
Delphine's mind was a haze, her ears filled with the man's low, raspy voice. It wasn't until she felt her skin go cold that she snapped out of her daze and pushed him away with force.
The wound on the man's chest wasn't fully healed, and her hands pressed on the injured spot, making his body tremble.
