A look of disbelief formed on Alanna's face as she stared at the fangs clutched in her trembling hand. Losing those alone had been humiliating enough. Now he expected the rest as well?
"I… I can't do it," she confessed, her voice breaking. She wished to die!
"What do you mean, you can't?" asked one of them with a baffled expression. He stepped to the front and offered, "I will help you with it. It will be quick—"
The person's words were cut off when the iron stoker in Lucian's hand scraped harshly against the floor. Sparks burst where the metal struck the stone, one landing far too close to the edge of the carpet.
"I was only trying to help," the person said quickly, raising his hands. "Just removing her teeth."
"If you're that eager," Lucian replied coolly, "you are welcome to try on yourself."
That was enough for the person to retreat a few steps back. A few of the vampires wondered if Lucian was only trying to frighten Alanna into obeying.
