Or so Lukas might think. On more than one precarious occasion she'd been an unwilling and unknowing wingman to Vince's insatiable appetites. Nothing gets a woman more revved up than knowing you might be able to knock another woman out of the picture.
AHEM! But that wasn't what this was about. This was about finding the jerkface himself.
And, that this stranger with the murdering mask of hair, hadn't grabbed her or launched her against a wall so he could bite off her ear and spit it back at her was enough for her to stop fighting. Albeit, she hadn't gone limp and relaxed. Her muscles were still primed for action and for hurting. Though, she'd wished she had let someone know she was coming down here. No one knew that she was in a lair. What sort of lair it was, was unknown.
He sure was quiet for someone accused of cannibalism. Her eyebrow tweaked up and her forehead ruffled, "I'm Honey." she said, still with no idea that he was deaf and dumb. (or was mute more PC? She never was very PC though.)"Is Vince here? Hiding?" Oh my god. This place was a mess. She hardly trusted anyone without curtains or who didn't open their shades during the day. "Maybe you're hiding him in your freezer?"