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Lana quietly handed the coins to Joey, the clerk behind the counter, smiling kindly. Men didn't interest her at all, but she tried not to let them know that in case she ever needed to manipulate one. She glanced over her shoulder as the mysterious man from the inn spoke to the other bakery employee, informing him that he had taken over the armoire next-door. Well, now she knew that he was a non-vampire who owned an armoury. She hoped that this was the real reason he had entered the bakery, and not that he had been following her.
She took the box that contained her beautiful chocolate cake from the clerk, ignoring his brief banter with the other employee as they squealed over the retirement of, apparently, whoever the woman who previously owned the armoury was. She was just about to turn and leave when the strange man moved forward and grabbed the second employee by the neck, threatening him that he'd die if he ever spoke ill of that woman again. Lana's eyes widened.
"Stop it," she snapped, pausing for a moment. "Both of you. There's no need to threaten anyone, but there's also no reason to talk like that about an old lady." She directed her hazel eyes to each man in turn as she criticized his deed.
She took the box that contained her beautiful chocolate cake from the clerk, ignoring his brief banter with the other employee as they squealed over the retirement of, apparently, whoever the woman who previously owned the armoury was. She was just about to turn and leave when the strange man moved forward and grabbed the second employee by the neck, threatening him that he'd die if he ever spoke ill of that woman again. Lana's eyes widened.
"Stop it," she snapped, pausing for a moment. "Both of you. There's no need to threaten anyone, but there's also no reason to talk like that about an old lady." She directed her hazel eyes to each man in turn as she criticized his deed.