Nadya lifted her head, meeting his gaze without a problem. A smirk pulled at her painted, glossy lips, taking this opportunity to look him over. "You know, you're bleeding at your arm? Anyone sees that, you're going to be pounced within two minutes." She lifted her grey eyes back to his face, studying him.
"You could thank me by answering some questions of my own. Maybe as you allow me to mend your wound."
Then her eyes flicked to where she could feel a strangeness. Seeing nothing, she looked back to the handsome male. "Gods, got you good with that brick, didn't I?"
"You could thank me by answering some questions of my own. Maybe as you allow me to mend your wound."
Then her eyes flicked to where she could feel a strangeness. Seeing nothing, she looked back to the handsome male. "Gods, got you good with that brick, didn't I?"