The Wet Furs
I joined her but stared at the wall, trying to piece together what was happening.
"Jun, you are being rude. Look at me."
My gaze turned towards her, and I was astonished to see her eyes drastically different from earlier in the day. They weren't hazel with golden flecks but instead were silver. Dangerous, I felt like a deer looking into headlights.
"So to answer your question and to ease some of your fear, it is up to you if I kill you," she stated. "See, I can outright just rip your throat
out. You are pretty tasty, but killing you presents me some issues. I would have to move and honestly, I don't want to. I like your Mom, and I like this city. Unless you call the police."