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" Edward still had the rifle up, sighted on Titus. Aikensen seemed frozen, standing there with the bloody knife. “Put it down, blondie, right now, or she’s dead.” “Edward.” “Anita,” he said. His voice sounded like it always did. We both knew he could drop Titus, but if the man’s finger twitched while he died, I died, too. Choices. “Do it,” I said. He pulled the trigger. Titus jerked back against the bars. Blood splattered over my face. A glob of something thicker than blood slid down my cheek. I breathed in shallow gasps. Titus slumped along the bars, gun still gripped in his hands. "
― Laurell K. Hamilton , The Lunatic Cafe (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter #4)