Save the chit-chat of â Iâm initially here to rip your head off and show it to my bosses for a pretty penny â for a time when sheâs certain of which decision is best made. Funny how sheâs easily swayed to take things into her own hands, maybe sheâs deceived herself into thinking she does it for the money. Everyone loves the highest bidder. Vampires, right? Seemed like a childhood fear â and Adaâs no child. Simply sees what it is for what itâs worth. Risky life, risky business, a game best played whilst teetering on the edge. Regardless, she makes her self at home, plucking the file from his desk and flipping it open.
   âReally." Almost condescending as ashen hues skim over the information. "Why not?" Inquired perhaps in a way that seemed as if she wasnât taking this at all seriously, simply put; she doesnât like to be uninformed. Might even be stubborn on the topic. However, something about the research does capture her attention. âImpressive work for just⊠Some guy. You sure there isnât someone else pulling your strings?â Eyes suddenly canting up to face him again. So if she trusts him, sheâs not going to let him know that. Get all cozy with someone, thatâs when the real trouble hits. Not to mention the fan she is of figuring out just how far she can push someone before they push back. Testing the waters, pushing his buttons, whatever it takes to keep his mind off her spotty stories.
He'd prefer it if she never got to that whole 'here to rip your head off' bit, since that was very against his own goals, but he'd deal with it when the time came. Â Either her skills or his combination would put one of them on top, and he wasn't sure which it would be. Â He was better off trying to keep her on his side, really, but he wasn't out to make enemies for nothing, especially out of a strong, capable woman. Â His Stella had made him appreciate the type.
"Hey, I never said I was 'some guy'," he pointed out, amused still as he caught her eyes and aware that his weren't quite right.  No matter how human he tried to look, there was always something that gave him away as something a little off.  "I used to be a cop, before all this.  Still have some contacts, nobody telling me what to do, promise."
With that smile still in place, he reached up and crossed his finger over his heart, then glanced away as he shook his head like he was laughing at himself for it. Â "They have something precious in that nest somewhere, and I don't want it to burn. Â That's all."









