From Protector of the Grey House:
“Who is this?”
“Father Sulta.” The name was past her lips before he could slam his hand on her shoulder to silence her.
“Father Sulta?” Natalia’s voice rang with confidence.
He looked at her with hate.
“There are pedestrians on the sidewalk. We’re next to a major bus stop. If we start anything, humans will die. Do you really want to risk the death of humans to kill me?”
“You’re a Hellspawn’s whore. You have caused the death of many of my kind. You will die!”
“Yes, yes, yes. But does it have to be today?” She spoke as if adding an appointment to her busy schedule.
“There are no innocents here.”
She turned, and gestured at the windows, which ran the length of the café on both sides. The shops were open, and it was a lovely day. The streets were crowded.
Father Sulta followed her gaze, outraged at the truth. He slowly stretched then cracked his neck. “Fine. Leave. Take your demons. But know this. The next time-”
“Yeahyeahyeah.” She waved his threat away, bored. “The next time you see me, I kill you. Not a problem.” She turned to the room at large. “File out.”