072 Men who have their eyes on you will meet a bad end.

The woman's body fragrance stimulated him, and the name Jack Smith stimulated him, too. Atlas Hallow gently inhaled her scent, his nose lightly brushing over her, and just when Charlotte Miller thought she was nearing a safe zone, a sudden, sharp pain struck her chest without warning.

It was as if the Beast's fangs had sunk into her tender skin, and those cold, thin lips seemed to want to suck the blood from her body.

Pain... so painful...

The kind of excruciating pain that made her scalp tingle, wanting to scream, cry, and push away the beast-like man pressing on her chest, but she couldn't do anything; she could only grit her teeth, clench her fists, and endure it all.

At this moment, Atlas was like a beast that had lost its mind. If she dared to struggle even a bit, it might not be just her chest he'd bite. Those strong, pristine teeth of his, fit to star in a toothpaste commercial, might sink directly into her neck, making her suffocate.