Who wasn't dumb at fourteen? She was just the dumb teenager unfortunate enough to be offered a deal from a demon. All teenagers were stupid; most were just luckier than she'd been.
By the time the thought had crossed her mind, she had more important things to worry about. Such as the knife pressed against her neck and the oddly, almost preternatural speed with which Faith had moved. Bela had never seen a human move like that. especially not after having been shot. Not even the most skilled hunters she'd met over the years.
It put her at a disadvantage. Bela disliked that immensely and she only had one trump card left to play. Given the knife biting into her skin, she knew she would have to be careful in the way she played it.
She lifted her hand and pressed her thumb against the pad. The safe's lock clicked open. The Colt was waiting inside when Bela pulled the door open. "Have fun with your shell of a gun. It's useless."