Ara paused. Generally she excelled at reading others, but it was difficult to know whether or not the man was lying. She had no clue what card she could possibly play—he would easily overpower her, so surprising him with her weapon would be ideal, but could she possibly use her powers to her advantage?
Sliding cautiously closer, she kept her tone even, watching the other with interest. “Then why don’t you tell me how to keep your interest? It’s only fair to give me a fighting chance.”
“That would be cheating. If you can’t find a way to make yourself interesting, then I would hardly consider you worth the oxygen you’re using.”
He was a little amused that she had moved closer when most would have sought to put distance between themselves and someone that literally made a threat on their life. He wasn’t sure if she was brave, stupid, or actually suicidal. He was sort of hoping on the first two more than the third.
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