Lizetta's chest heaved as her voice broke with a choked sob.

"And, to Joy and me, you were the person we cared about most! You are my lover, Joy's father! When Joy was taken from us, you were the one who was supposed to protect us, the one who should have fought ruthlessly for justice and the truth. Instead, you made me believe you were standing side-by-side with our murderers. The betrayal, the utter despair and collapse you caused me back then was the most lethal blow of all!"

If Remington had simply told her the truth, she might have found it impossible to accept; she might have turned hysterical.

But she would never have fallen into that bottomless abyss of despair, the agonizing feeling of having her heart brutally shredded by the man she loved most.

Overwhelmed by her surging emotions, Lizetta wished she could ruthlessly sink her teeth into the man before her.

And so, she did exactly that. She lunged forward, tilted her head, and bit down violently on his throat.

Driven by sheer indignation, she bit hard, holding absolutely nothing back.

The taste of blood instantly flooded her mouth. Remington didn't move an inch; he simply let her bite him, even tilting his head back slightly to give her better access.

It was the first time the man had heard her articulate exactly what went through her mind back then. Seeing her raw, uncontrollable fury, he finally understood just how catastrophically wrong his decisions had been.

Clueless on what else to do, he gently stroked her back with his large hand and spoke hoarsely.

"Liz, I'm sorry. I was completely wrong. It's my fault, all my fault. I never should have hidden it from you. I didn't realize that doing so would inflict a far deeper wound..."

With her teeth sunk into his throat, his vocal cords were restricted, making his voice ragged and trembling, yet heavy with absolute remorse.

Lizetta slowly calmed down. The distinct metallic taste of blood in her mouth made her realize just how viciously she had bitten him.

She slowly released her grip, revealing a deep, glaring ring of teeth marks right in the center of his neck, welling with blood.

No wonder her jaw was aching...

But her frustration wasn't completely spent. Lizetta looked up at Remington and glared at him.

Remington raised a hand, his thumb gently brushing against the corner of her mouth.

Wiping away the tiny smear of blood on her lips, he asked.

"Where else do you want to bite? I'm all yours."

Lizetta rolled her eyes at him. "Do you think I'm a vampire? You're rock solid everywhere; it's terrible for biting My tongue and jaw are completely numb!"

She complained.

Remington's lips curved into a faint, helpless smile.

"Then let me take a look, and I'll rub it out for you..."

As he spoke, he reached up and pinched her chin, his warm fingertips massaging her skin with slow, even pressure.

The soreness in Lizetta's jaw eased, and she let out a relieved breath.

His hands shifted to her cheeks, applying a slight pressure that forced her lips to

part.

He leaned in close, his dark eyes locked onto her lips, which looked even more dangerously seductive now that they were tinged with blood.

Lizetta struggled slightly. "What are you doing?! We're not done talking yet. Don't think letting me bite you means you're off the hook!"

The man nodded. "I know. But you said your tongue was numb too. Let me help you feel better first, and then gladly accept the restat my punishment..."

"No... mph!"

Before Lizetta could finish her protest, he captured her lips, genuinely massaging away the numbness in his own dominant, deeply passionate way.

By the time Remington finally released her, it wasn't just her tongue; her lips felt numb and slightly swollen.

She panted softly, resting her head against his shoulder. The man, however looked incredibly pleased. He stroked her messy hair with a large hand, his voice a soft murmur.