"Mind stepping outside to talk?" Any longer with him and I might lose my resolve to strike.
"Hmph... Alone with me? You might not live to regret it."
"Hehe... Who knows which of us won't survive?" I trailed a seductive finger along his lips. "Christ, you're such an enigma!"
Without warning, he yanked me against him, an arctic aura pressing down as he lifted my leg. His frigid fingers closed around my ankle, slithering upward like a serpent's touch.
His gaze remained impassive while his lips brushed my ear, whispering, "The real mystery is you. A woman with hidden weapons in her shoes—now that's intriguing. Few have been kissed by Lanster, and in all these centuries, you might be the second woman bold enough to provoke me directly."
"Oh? Then I've chosen well."
"My chamber is upstairs. Care to visit?"
"Gladly!" If he wanted to die horizontally, I'd oblige.
