The shock that washed over him quickly transformed into something more profound—a mix of disbelief and, for some strange reason, amusement. Naomi's suggestion was so utterly beneath him that he could hardly process it.
As Zylan stared at her, his mind raced to grasp the absurdity of her words. No one—ever—had dared to question his strength, let alone suggest such a preposterous action. Call the police? The idea was laughable. He had faced his fellow purebloods, survived brutal battles that left countless others dead or shattered, and he stood here unscathed, unbeaten. Yet she thought he should call upon mere humans—beings even half-blood vampires could outmatch? Damn, he thought, staring at this innocent little wife of his. Was she serious right now?
