Damon narrowed his eyes at the copper-skinned woman. Her eyes he knew that intensity, that gaze.
This was a gaze straight from the Evil Forest. An old enemy he had wanted to kill. One who had every reason to hate him.
One who wanted to kill him.
He smiled coldly, the blood trickling from his nose down to his lips.
"You're Wendy, aren't you?"
The woman holding the bone blade was quite a beauty, even with all that hide and rags, and her unkempt hair. It was as if she didn't know how to be a person and was more used to being a beast.
"Must kill," she spoke coldly, clenching her bone blade, her fangs gleaming faintly under the light.
Damon reached into the shadows and pulled out his dealer's hand. His arm felt heavy, like lead. He was in no shape to fight.
Still, Damon was not about to lose his bravado. He stood up with a faint, mocking smile on his face.
"My squirrel. Hand her over, she has nothing to do with this."
