There was no scream. No fainting. Not even a gasp. Instead, the aggravating woman continued to regard Stefan as if he were soft in the head.
"I've seen fangs before. I do work in a goth bar. "Half our customers have fangs of some kind or another," Amelia smirked. "Do I really look like I'm stupid?"
Stefan furrowed his forehead and said with a sigh, "I could drain you to prove my point, but I don't think you would like that, little girl." He reached across her stiff body to grab the knife that had fallen off the tray. It was long and wicked enough to do its task. "Perhaps this will do."
Amelia cringed back, fear flaring in her eyes. "f**k! Hey! What the heck are you doing?" She demanded as he opened his silk shirt to reveal his chest and the distinct tattoo of a wolf that glittered in th
