There was no doubt about it—those two had done it on purpose. They had absolutely intended to leave her alone with Bert.
Catherine lifted her eyes toward him. He was already looking at her.
Under the streetlights, his aura was distant and cool, his features deep and unreadable.
She stood there stubbornly, refusing to move. In the end, it was Bert who spoke first.
"I'm not going to eat you. Come here."
Catherine snorted inwardly. Wasn't he perfectly capable of eating her? Considering how things nearly went yesterday at his place—he had practically almost eaten her alive.
The moment the memory hit her—him kissing her twice—her ears warmed. She stayed rooted in place and announced again, firmly,
"I already told you—we're not suitable. Why are you still acting like this?"
He let out a soft laugh.
"Acting like what? I'm simply sending my sister's friend home, that's all."
