“I feel somewhat like the male equivalent of the Black Widow spider's mate,” he said quietly. “I tread carefully with you, since you could kill me in so many different ways.”
“I don't have the dagger, so you don't have to worry,” I said.
“Oh, but your other powers are so well cataloged. I do not doubt that this Alucard suffered at least something from your hands?”
I smiled with the memory. “Yes. He discovered the dagger.” I met his gaze. “His world was stuck in the Victorian age, and so I was dressed in a ball gown, and hid it underneath all my—whatever I wore—when he overpowered me.”
He made a scoffing sound. “How could he have overpowered you?”
“He put something in a drink to knock me out,” I said.
“Ah.” He nodded. “Then he bit you?”
“Oh, yeah.” It was my turn to swallow. “He bit
