I chuckled, shrugging. "Lucky? Or smart?" I tilted my head, my smile never wavering. "You know you wouldn't win that fight, Officer Megan."
Angela shifted beside me, her lips curling in amusement, but she didn't say anything. Lisa, however, grinned, her eyes gleaming in the firelight. "He's got a point," she murmured, "you did just watch him break a guy in half."
Megan's face darkened, but she didn't rise to the bait. Instead, she crossed her arms, her voice firm. "You're dangerous, Dexter. And I don't trust you."
I leaned forward, my elbows on my knees, my voice dropping to a dark purr. "Good." My eyes locked onto hers. "Because I don't need you to trust me. I just need you to stay out of my way."
She held my gaze, unflinching, but I saw it—the flicker of something in her eyes. Fear? Curiosity? Something else?
"Or what?" she challenged, her voice steady, but her fingers twitched near her gun.
