Clint was a master of self control. It wasn't very often that new vampires could stop themselves from killing someone when drinking from the vein and yet he had. She wondered if he would still exhibit that kind of self control tomorrow. If he didn't, she would teach him. With so few humans in the world it wouldn't do to go killing them all off.
Rebekah untied the girl and grabbed her by the back of her neck, forcing her to meet her eyes. "You're not afraid," she said, her pupils enlarging and going back to normal size as she stared into the redhead's pretty eyes. "Nothing happened here. You simply wandered into the woods and got lost. Now go home and stay there."
She let the redhead go, listening to the sound of the door slamming shut behind her. Then she turned her attention back to Clint who's eyes had changed in accordance with what was standard for the vampires like Rebekah.