"I'm a big boy, I don't need to hold daddy's hand to cross the street anymore," he bit out, edging to the side of the blonde as he started to walk by him.
"But thanks all the same."
Spike grabbed his arm faster than Lindsey's eye could follow, turning his head slow, deliberate. "Come on, pet. I'm scared. Walk with me, keep me safe?" He batted his eyelashes slowly, not at all innocent.
His eyes were cold and hot at the same time, deadly and lustful. No, this wasn't your buddy Angel. This was something completely different.
A vampire who not only cared if you broke, but reveled in it.