hit was low, as in below the waist. To hit higher I'd have to be willing to show the gun to the restaurant, and I was hoping not to have to do that. He was right; the restaurant was packed full of innocent bystanders. Packed full of human bodies that the silver-plated bullets would kill just as surely as the shapeshifter; fuck. Not to mention that the amount of power he'd displayed meant he could probably put out just claws on his human hands without having to shift completely, which would have given me time to shoot him. But claws are like switchblades-fast. He could slice up the humans faster than I could kill him. The situation was just chock-full of bad choices.
The lioness inside me began to pace slowly upward, as if she really could. I knew it was a comforting illusion my mind created, but she walked up a path, and that meant she was coming closer to the surface of me. I did not need to try to shift in the restaurant. It would make me unable to concentrate on the bad guy. I worked at calming my pulse, slowing my breathing. I could control this.
Ahsan wasted another brilliant smile on me, and I fought to smile back as he handed me the faux-leather holder that contained the check. I had one of those moments that no one ever seems to have in movies. How did I pay the check with one hand while keeping the gun aimed in the right direction with the other hand, and actually keep my attention on someone only a few feet away who could probably move in a blur so fast it couldn't be followed with the human eye?
I opened the holder with my left hand, keeping my right and the gun under the table. If I hadn't thought it would make Ahsan call the cops, or talk to a manager who would call the cops, I might have flashed the gun to see if that cooled the flirting, but I wasn't ready to escalate-yet. There was an extra piece of paper folded in with the check. Normally, I'd have unfolded it and looked, but I was trying to keep my attention on the shapeshifter. I took the paper and asked Ahsan, "Your number?"
He nodded, and smiled more happily.
I knew my smile wasn't up to his, and I thought, What would Nathaniel do? I did my best to put that look into my eyes, but the smile that went with it was not Nathaniel's, it was all mine, a little bit of come-hither and a little bit of threat, as if to say, When you take a bite I might bite back. It had been Jason who first explained my smile to me, but it was an honest smile, my life being the way it is. It didn't dissuade Ahsan one little bit. His smile went from bright to serious, and his eyes got that look that a man gets sometimes when he sees something he really likes. Great, now I'd been too intriguing. I should not have to flirt with someone while I'm trying to threaten someone else with a gun; it was too hard to do both.
I glanced at the shapeshifter, and he was smiling wider, as if he understood my discomfort, or maybe I just amused him. But there was wariness in his eyes that hadn't been there before. I wasn't sure what it meant, but I'd done something that made him more nervous. If I could only figure out what, maybe I could do it again. Once I'd been able to use my petite, female packaging to fool the bad guys, but my reputation among the preternatural set had forced most bad guys to ignore the package and treat me like what I was: a predator that specialized in other predators.
I did the only thing I could think of: I slipped Ahsan's number into my jacket pocket, and fished out the credit card I'd tucked in the same pocket. I put it in the little faux-leather holder and handed it back to him. I smiled one more time, turned back to my "coworker," and said, "I didn't think you worked today."
Ahsan took the hint and left us alone.
He started walking slowly closer, hands still out. I didn't tell him to stop, because I realized that the only way to make certain where my bullets landed was to have him so close I couldn't miss. I was gambling