There was also still the small question of whether she was a hunter. If she was, there could very well be silver nitrate in that gun.
I was too young to survive long with that poison in my veins.
"Pretty vampire, open the door," Don crooned, his voice echoing in my apartment as if he was already inside.
The gun jerked and steadied before I could do more than tense.
"What was that?" White showed around Pelt's eyes.
"The danger I was talking about," I said slowly.
She flinched as something scratched at the door.
"Your gun isn't going to be much help," I said gently.
"We need to go," Connor added from his position on the ground. "Now."
Pelt shook her head. "No, you’re doing this. You’re making me see things that aren’t there. They said you would, but I didn’t believe them. I thought they were crazy, but it’s all true.”
“What is?” I asked.
Pelt shook her head, focusing on me again. “On your knees."
"This is a mistake," I warned.
Her finger tensed on the trigger. "Do it or I'll shoot you."
Left with no choice, I slowly lowered myself to my knees.
"Connor, can you do it?" I asked.
If he could disarm her before she shot me, I was willing to take the chance.
"My chances would be about fifty-fifty."
Not great odds.
My gaze caught hers in one last attempt. Power flooded me. "You don't want to do this."
Her eyes went hard. "I'll decide what I do and don't want to do."
Thin tendrils of black smoke whispered from under my door and wafted along its edges. The smoke poured faster as Pelt crossed the room. She bent to yank Connor's hands behind him, using a pair zip ties to bind his hands before doing the same to me.
"This is a mistake," Connor warned.
"Shut up," she snarled.
By now my door had all but disappeared under the dark smoke.
"What the hell is that?" she demanded, her focus swinging between me and the door.
"I told you I wasn't the danger you should be worried about," I snarled.
I pulled experimentally against the zip ties, grimacing when the bit into my skin.
My lips barely move as I spoke under my breath, so low I could barely hear. "Get ready."
My ears caught the sound of plastic breaking. Connor wiggled, hiding his suddenly free hands.
