He tried so hard. He really did. It was like he pretended he was witty most of the time but had no flow to go with it. It was lame, really. Pathetic and small. The fangs were a nice touch, she had to admit. But Nina was never one to scare easily. She stepped closer to him and brushed her nail down his jaw until she grabbed it firmly. “I know I am, Galvan. You’re going be even cuter in a casket when you’re really dead.” She couldn’t help but smile.
Kay reached up and pulled her hand from his face, and quietly held it, flicking his eyes towards passersby that had stopped to stare. He pulled her onto the sidewalk, moving his head until his lips were next to her ear. He smelled the scent of blood, pulsating just under her skin. He whispered quietly, so only she would hear. "I wouldn't try that if I were you, Nina Landon," he said, pressing his face into her neck to smell the path of the red liquid that pumped through her body.
