“Look at you,” he murmured in his faded Eastern European accent, those yellow animal eyes raking down my skin. “Flushed and plump and beautiful. You just fed, didn’t you?” “Beautiful? Aww, Lazlo, I didn’t know you had a crush on— Motherfucker.” He jockeyed the blade back and forth in my belly, which, ouch. On the plus side, it gave me the opportunity to 7jerk in his arms and fake a seizure-like movement, which I used to retrieve my own dagger from my hip.
