It had been a long time since Alistair had felt anything half so intoxicating as Tanith's current emotions. Her excitement was catching. She was in emotional turmoil, but the joy she took from the idea of killing him. Of causing him pain. It was ecstasy to him, and his arousal was clear as day.
All the same, somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn't help but be a little disappointed when Tanith fixed him in her sights pulled the trigger. Honestly, had she really thought it would be so easy? Like shooting fish in a barrel? Yes, he was in a cell, but he wasn't some poor, dumb caged animal. In the instant she pulled the trigger he was up and pressed against the opposite wall of his cell. It wasn't a big cell, but it was big enough for a vampire to dodge a bullet in. He watched with feigned surprise as the bullet ricocheted off the back wall, his eyes following its movement even though the human eye could not. "Tanith, my love, you're not even trying."