"It's about that guy I saw coming out of your room with a very peculiar set of injuries that he didn't go in with," Faye says, standing her ground, her expression no longer laughing. "You really think you're going to get away with that without people noticing?" The truth is, though she's done her best to prepare going in, all of the leads and resources she's read on vampires have been so varied that it's almost like trying to protect herself against a blank threat. Who knows if she's on the right trail?
It's about building intuition, but Faye knows she's far from the best one. And in her peripheral vision, she notices that Owen's a bit more trapped than she was hoping. Maybe she should have barged in earlier, but for now, she's not allowed to regret her choices. Only make the ones best for the team.
So, shooting a brief look in Owen's direction, Faye reaches down to her thigh to unsheath a dagger, throwing it hard. Her aim is good, but she's careful to throw in a direction less liable for error, off to the side of Owen's free arm. The worst it might have done would be a nick to the thigh. Fortunately, it sinks into the wall, well within his reach.
Unfortunately, the moment's distraction gives the woman a chance to rush up to Faye, knocking her off-balance and quickly pinning her against a wall. "Nothing wrong with that if he agrees to it," she breathes, and from this distance, Faye gets a clear view of those canines, long and tapered to a sharp point, almost like the fangs of a snake.
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It's about building intuition, but Faye knows she's far from the best one. And in her peripheral vision, she notices that Owen's a bit more trapped than she was hoping. Maybe she should have barged in earlier, but for now, she's not allowed to regret her choices. Only make the ones best for the team.
So, shooting a brief look in Owen's direction, Faye reaches down to her thigh to unsheath a dagger, throwing it hard. Her aim is good, but she's careful to throw in a direction less liable for error, off to the side of Owen's free arm. The worst it might have done would be a nick to the thigh. Fortunately, it sinks into the wall, well within his reach.
Unfortunately, the moment's distraction gives the woman a chance to rush up to Faye, knocking her off-balance and quickly pinning her against a wall. "Nothing wrong with that if he agrees to it," she breathes, and from this distance, Faye gets a clear view of those canines, long and tapered to a sharp point, almost like the fangs of a snake.