Tanith frowned at him. She did not like that, not at all. He had known? How had he known? What abilities did he have at his disposal?
It doesn't matter, Tanith decided. It was just all the more reason for him to die. If he would not die by the gun then so be it. It wasn't as if she was without a back-up plan. Tanith flicked the safety back on and replaced the gun in its holster, and removed a vial of blood from her pocket instead. This had been forcibly taken, and from a demon no less. It would do the job. It would be quick and brutal. Dead was dead, what did it matter to her? Tanith grinned and began to squeeze the vial in her hand. When it broke, he would die.