Her small hand clutched his tightly as if he were her lifeline.
She had completely forgotten, it was she who had put the drug in the drink, it was she who had done wrong.
Sylvan Cheney looked up, seeing the glitter in her eyes, his throat tightened.
Her neck already had several scratch marks, looking very uncomfortable, her little face showing a panicked expression.
"Jasmine Yale, do you know what this drug is?" Sylvan asked.
"I know."
"Know the best way to counteract it?"
Jasmine Yale fell silent, staring up in panic, then shaking her head vigorously.
The next second, Sylvan Cheney cupped her chin, planting a hot, wet kiss on her lips.
Jasmine Yale reacted, pushing him away in fear!
This was still a public street!
But the moment his lips touched hers, she found herself eagerly desiring more, even craving it.
This damned drug.
In her dizziness, she succumbed.
With a blurred vision, she couldn't see the night, the streetlights, or the passing cars—she saw only him.
