"Look, I don't know what you're talking about. Leave me the Hell alone, or I'm calling 999." The threat of the police was usually the best way to handle people who wouldn't leave well enough alone. She didn't know who this woman was, but she was daft as Hell. Talking about this here, cornering her? She was either a Red, part of the Night Council, a Daybreak, or something that was against her. No one else would do any of this. "I mean it. I'll call."

She couldn't be caught now. And she wasn't about to out herself. There was a reason she'd put a burner number on her cards. If this woman wanted to try to drag anything out of her or do anything to her, she was going to make her work for it.