"Fuck it, Dimitri, it bloody hurt, but it felt like a tickle now," she said with a smile while her chest wound was closing in. "But not, I imagine, as much as this will." She aimed and then stopped herself. She looked at Dimitri with painful anger in his eyes and said, "Blanca, you and I will talk later. You can just throw yourself like that. What if the weapons were-"
"Dimitri, I'm a freaking half-werewolf. Their blood means nothing to me and I am more than just a mere hybrid, and you know that right?"
He raised his eyebrows. Blanca added and gave him a lopsided grin, "So stop being a pussy and help me get up. My back hurt from the blow."
"Perhaps it would be best if you took your mate in the car, Dimi," Cherry said, behind him. Pablo is still holding her hands. "Mommy, it's locked."
