He reached out and grabbed her.
It should have surprised him more than it did. But Edward had come to understand during his time on Earth to expect the unexpected . . . so the sight of a half-dressed human female creeping around in the jungle, obviously spying, was little more than another oddity of his already odd life.
She was strong for a human—a female human, at that—but she wasn’t a match for him, though he was no longer young. Or even in shape, for that matter. He twisted her arm behind her back, so high she squealed in pain, lifting onto her toes. He yanked her head back with a hand in her hair and hissed an unmistakable warning in her ear, enforced by the presence of the stiletto he always carried, now pressed against her throat.
Whoever she was, he knew she wasn’t Expurgari. Th
