Delphine's fingertips trembled as she looked up and met the man's deep, phoenix-like eyes, as still and profound as an ancient well. For a moment, she forgot what she was going to say.
Ignatius Leclair had been waiting for a long time. Now, as he saw her delicate face bathed in the glow of the light—crystalline and translucent, like a ripe fruit exuding an inviting fragrance—his sensual Adam's apple shifted subtly, and then he leaned in closer.
The cool, piney scent unique to him enveloped her. Delphine reached out and pressed her hand directly to his thin lips, then swiftly asked, "Did you investigate the others in the crew too?"
Her soft little hand against his lips made his phoenix eyes deepen. Then he kissed her palm. Seeing how quickly she pulled her hand back like lightning, he lazily let out a low sound of acknowledgment.
