"DON'T even try to pull that 'technically I never lied to you' bullshit!" she yelled. "Keeping things from me is the same fucking thing! And if you're stealing slaves from the Sanguine, you obviously have been hiding a lot!"
The gun clicked in her hand and her lips curled in a snarl. "You vastly underestimate what I'd do, Eriksson."
She circled him a little, too filled with angry energy to stand still, but she kept her gun leveled at him. "I'd start talking. Where the slave is, why you did it, HOW you did it, what and who you are. You're obviously not just some well-hung stripper."
Part of her didn't even want answers. She just wanted to scream at him and kick his ass. She'd been fucking a stranger.