[Now her lip did curl. The smell of vampire washed over her and she took a step back. Her hand tightened on the walking stick. She'd been using it kind of as a cane, but now it could be a damned weapon.
... How the hell had the oakman turned it into a spear? That would have been nice to know. Willing it? So... turn into a spear. Turn into a spear.
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... How the hell had the oakman turned it into a spear? That would have been nice to know. Willing it? So... turn into a spear. Turn into a spear.
That wasn't working.]
Wanna bet?