“You can’t possibly mean to hurt me with that weapon.”
“Why not?” Mina raised the gun, aiming down the sights. Slowly, deliberately, she angled it to point at his groin.
His eyes widened briefly, then he smiled. “I’m a vampire.”
“Yup. ‘Course you are.”
He took a step toward her.
“Ah ah ah. No closer, if you like your nubblies where they are. In fact, you should probably just back out of the room.”
“Nubblies?”
She shrugged. “Family jewels. Beans and weanie.” She flicked her eyes to his. “Cock and balls. Call ‘em what you like, they’re mine if you don’t get out of here.”
“This is ridiculous. You can’t kill me with a gun, and we need to go. Now.”
“I’m not in the habit of following crazy people to my grisly doom. That vampire bit was definitely not the way to get my trust here.”
Marcus resisted the urge to snarl. With preternatural speed, he dodged across the office, stopping with his legs against her desk. To his surprise, she tracked his movement with the weapon. She moved her aim to his head, her eyes wide and panicked.
“Woah. That was fast.”
He grinned and reached for her.
“Stop!” She yelled at him and backed up.
“Dammit! We don’t have time for this!” He ran a hand through hair. “What can I do to get you to trust me?”
She twitched her head and thought for a moment. “Do the teeth thing.”
“What?”
“If you can do the teeth thing at will, under my scrutiny, I’ll accept you’re a vampire and not just crazy.”
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