“He looked from her to the gun and back again. “Before I tell you, I’d really like for you to put the gun down.” She shook her head. “The moment I do, you could try to kill me. And rest assured, you would only try.” Light filled her amethyst eyes. “Plus, I don’t know that you’re not carrying a weapon yourself. Yet.” “Planning to frisk me?” “Nah. Can’t let down my guard.” With a smirk, she said, “You’re going to strip.”
Book:Amy's Hunt