Her tauntings continued and his eyes merely narrowed in response. Damn, she was certainly adamant about that, wasn’t she? Look at that smile on her face, oh yes, she was definitely having fun with this. He wanted to wipe that smug look off her face, but he remained still. As much as he liked to claim that it didn’t bother him, this line of questioning was beginning to grow frustrating. What the hell does it matter anyway? he spat.
She leaned farther down from her perch and Jackson greeted the action by baring his fangs at her. She claimed that the thing was a weapon, and suddenly Jackson was a whole lot less eager to stick around and see the thing in action. The hybrid boy didn’t know what kind of wacked out weapon that was, but he’d have to be an idiot to try to find out now. He pushed himself up, throwing his hands up slightly in a display of frustration. Jeez, fine, I’m outta here. You can keep your weirdo weapons to yourself. This had been a stupid idea. He needed to go. He took a few steps backward, blue eyes watching the little lady on the pike. He sure as hell wasn’t going to be turning his back to her right away.