Charon swiped a thumb through the blood coming from the cut under his eye. Damn, her nails were sharp. But the vein of darkness he'd inherited from his mother had woken up and was starting to demand to be satisfied. Charon was calm and kept to himself a lot of the time, but if he got pushed hard enough, he'd lash out.
"Oh sweetheart," he said, backhanding her and feeling the crack of impact in his knuckles. He followed that up with grabbing her by the wrist, and flinging her away from him as hard he could. "You haven't seen anything yet."