Faith froze. He knew her name, her full name, knew where she'd come from. Just how far did the reputation of the Dark Slayer spread?
When he pulled her closer she knew she should pull away, kick him, punch him, anything. But he felt disturbingly good up close and all she could do was keep her gaze locked on those dark eyes of his.
"If you have heard of me, you know what I'm capable of. And that kinda darkness you can't forget, no matter how much you try." She looked at him, a slow smile curving her lips. "I don't playact. But if you're so sure then come on then. Beat me, kill me if you can."
Her heart sped up slightly and she wondered if he could feel it, given how close they were. Or how long it had been since his own heart had beaten.
"Come on Deacon. Or are you just play acting too?"