I nodded slowly, trying not to make sudden movements.
Smart humans are more dangerous than most supernaturals. His instincts are telling him that he and I are not the same, and that makes me a threat, no matter what promises I give him.
“You’ve been running from Mygi for five years. You have the right to be paranoid, but you really can’t shoot me.” I needed him to understand killing me was going to make his problems a lot worse, not a better.
“Damn right, I do, and I’ll make the call whether I can shoot you,” he growled. “Now, you said a fucking vampire? Why do I think you’re telling the truth? Vampires aren’t real.”
“Because they are. The world knows about werewolves and fae, and they have some idea about witches now. There’s more, there’s so much more. Mygi Pharmaceuticals is a supernatural company, owned and operated by monsters that go bump in the night,” I explained, wanting to strangle him. How dare he pull a gun on me? I was there to help.
“What are you?” he demanded.
“A naga. Well, nagini, a female naga. Um…” I tried to think of a good way to explain. His look of confusion told me everything. He had no idea what I was. “Indian species of supernaturals. I turn into a snake. Not Native American. I wasn’t born on this continent kind of Indian.” I hated having to clarify, but I lived in the United States long enough to know I had to, or the more ignorant would start asking what tribe I came from. Since I liked most Native Americans I met, I didn’t want to insult anyone by trying to joke around about being Navajo or something. Plus, no one in the supernatural world was stupid enough to insult the beings and people who inhabited the Americas before we arrived from all over the world.
“What else is there? What is Mygi going to send after me to catch me, and how do I kill them?”
Straight to the point. He’s not going into shock like most humans do. He’s either hard to shake, or he had already considered something supernatural was going on, more than what he knows possible.
“That sort of explanation would take too long for the limited time we have,” I said gently, moving toward his beaten up and used couch. “We only have until sundown to get you moving and into a secure location. There are three definite people coming after you tonight. Only one of them I know for sure knows how to fight and kill. The other two are mixed bags. They could have tricks up their sleeve that could turn any situation in their favor.”
And if they’re working with Sinclair, there’s an incredibly high chance they’re really fucking good at what they do.
As I sat down on the couch, I had to admit I was scared. Raphael followed me every step, his gun pointed uncomfortably at my chest. He wasn’t stupid enough to aim for the head. He would double tap me like a professional. I was immortal but not invulnerable. I hadn’t thought to wear body armor. He could kill me, and there would be little I could do about it.
Talk about a confidence killer. One human could kill me when I’m trying to help him. I would become the laughingstock of the supernatural world. Years spent cultivating my reputation, wasted by one attractive, paranoid human male.
“One is a vampire, the leader. Easier to kill than the other two, but this one is pretty old and damn powerful. The chance either of us can kill him tonight is slim.”
“What would it take?”
“The sun or fire. You can incapacitate vampires, but those two things finish the kill. Well, you can also behead him,” I said, trying to get comfortable on the couch. It was probably the worst thing I had sat on in my entire life. Lumpy and awful, sitting down was almost as distracting as the gun in front of me. “Broken necks don’t kill them. Heart injuries don’t matter, they’ll heal ‘em. Cut off the head, throw them in the sun, or set them on fire. Those are your three options.
“The other two people I know for a fact are going to find you tonight are a fae and a witch. You can kill a witch like any human, but who knows what sort of spells you have to get through to do that. A fae, you can mortally wound with an