07-31-2011, 10:52 PM
Weston shifted his eyes to Tess. Where the bloody hell does she think she's going? he thought. With lightening speed and reflexes, he was in front of her. He smelled her out and was sure of it. She was a hunter. He could smell the burning fear as well bubbling under her skin. "I can assure you Miss that I for one will not be hurting you," he whispered to her. "I have other snacks that are more willing. Perhaps things would be better if you were to listen to my compromise? Hmm?"
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