Bela stared into Sam's wide gingery-green eyes and smiled a menacing smile. "I will not trade a vampire fang for the colt."
Sam began to protest, "But Bela..."
"But nothing! I don't care if it is the fang of some sacred vampire god. My answer is no!"
And as Sam recognized the finality in the tone of that last no, he suddenly became aware of how close they were standing. He could feel Bela's anger radiating through her like a gigantic electric spark.
Or maybe that spark was something else...