“ Would you rather give me your blood ? ” Raymond said and Isabel stared at him like she saw a ghost.

Why was he asking for her blood when he could just ask the waiter to get him another glass of blood if he was thirsty. She smiled thinking he was joking and but when she saw the serious look on his face she realized that he wasn't joking.

But before she could say anything, she felt Raymond grabbed her hand forcefully and placed it on the table holding it on tightly so she couldn't pull her hand away from him.

“ Ray, what are you doing ” She...