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Cora Hale (animosity) wrote in zfuturelogs,

"What if I said I wanted a taste," she said with a smirk. This child had obviously been educated about her which meant Clint was here for sure. She wasn't about to bite anyone who had been ingesting vervain although there were plenty of other things she could do to him.

She walked past him a bit and looked down at the hunting shack. It brought back fond memories of her previous run ins with Deathwish. Most memorably, the night she stole all of his guns and gave them to Alec. Her boy certainly did love his toys and Rebekah was happy to spoil him with lavish gifts whenever she could. She had never met someone like him and doubted she ever would again.

"I could kill you in a second," she said without turning to look back to James. "So whatever you're thinking, I would stop if I were you. My business is with Clint. I have no interest in harming you or your mother unless you force my hand."