She lifted her hand and saw it naked. “Where are my rings? Give them back!”
Tom grabbed it and brazenly placed it on his unmarred cheek.
“You don't need weapons when you're here at the Camp. No one will harm you. Well, apart from me, if you don’t obey.”
To prove his point, he twisted her hand: not so much as to hurt her, but enough to get the message across.
“Asshole! You're a caveman, not a vampire. You Tarzan, me Jane! Wear a leopard skin instead of underwear, and you'll be perfect!”
At that point, he laughed. He really did and that pleasant sound, so clean and harmless, made her involuntarily bite her lips. He noticed it right away and, for a split second, his eyes lingered there, eager. Then, as quick as always, he let go of her hand as if it were burning.
“This is not the human
