At this moment, although my face was frosty and my gaze sharp as arrows,

the Jevon standing opposite me was, at this very inappropriate time, staring at me in a daze.

That look was far too intense—mixed with a werewolf’s instinctive familiarity toward kindred blood, and a trace of amazement that even he himself hadn’t noticed.

Being stared at like that made my whole body uncomfortable. I couldn’t help lowering my head to check what was on me.

Loose, inky-black hair cascaded casually over my shoulders. I was wearing a bright red princess dress; the skin of my exposed arms was smooth and fair, looking even more rosy and luminous...