As if there were anything to examine under her nails, Azazel examined them carefully, wiggling them in front of her before raising her eyes lazily to the blonde vampire — the only sign that she'd even heard, much less registered what Galina had said about being six feet under.

It wasn't Ishmael's statement that made her hackles raise as much as it was his gesture. With a poignant flex of her raised hand, she curled her fingers inwards as if imagingin wrapping them in a vice around his neck. "That could be easily arranged, if you keep talking like that, you know." she bit back, as her body automatically shifted the slightest of millimeters — a sign she was already coiled to spring.