A wave of terror washed over Raegan's face!

She leaned with all her might, avoiding collapsing onto Mitchel.

Realizing it was Mitchel who had grabbed her, anger flared within her.

“Mitchel, have you lost your senses?"

Yet, he clutched her wrist firmer, the scent of blood growing stronger.

Desperate, Raegan writhed to escape.

“Release me! I must get a doctor for you."

Mitchel seemed not to hear, gazing at her with unfathomable depth.

"I don't need a doctor. I need you," he murmured.

Ignoring his wound, Mitchel pulled Raegan close, pressing his lips against hers with intense passion.

Mitchel pressed his lips against Raegan's, and Raegan felt a chill enveloping her as his cold fragrance lingered on her lips and teeth.

At the same time, Mitchel's grip on her wrist tightened, showing no signs of easing up.

Raegan hesitated to resist too strongly, her heart ablaze with anxiety.

Her heart raced in her chest, forced to endure his aggressive kiss.

In her mind, a single thought echoed. There was something wrong with Mitchel. He disregarded his reopened wound and stopped her from calling for doctors for medical treatment.

Gradually, a faint scent of rust pierced through the cold air, signaling the presence of blood.

Raegan was losing her composure as she grappled with the chaos in her mind.

Mitchel's tongue still dominated hers, every move pulling her deeper into his embrace.

Their eyes met, and they continued kissing as they looked at each other.

One desperately wanted to escape to call for medical treatment for the reopened wound, while the other was determined to etch the moment into memory.