"So," Jake said as he danced with her. "Who are you really?"
"What do you mean, sweet Jacob?" Claire asked innocently.
Kuri growled, flying around them.
"Because…" Jake sniffed. "You smell different. You don't smell like my Krista."
Claire leaned closer; Jacob recoiled. "What do I smell like?"
"Rotting meat." Jake wrinkled his nose and pulled away, tone turning angry. "Where is she?"
Claire ripped her hand off his skin, and his skin ripped away. It healed right away, but it still hurt! The sick bitch slapped his skin onto her—Kuri's—arm, where she was rotting, and it healed.
Kuri screamed and flew towards Jake, but he couldn't see or hear her. Claire merely smirked at her.
Jake growled. "Where is she?"
"Give me four more pieces of flesh, and I will take you to your woman." Claire smiled like the cat who got the canary.
"No." Jake said, getting angry now. "You will take me to her! Now!" He growled a low warning.
Claire just laughed. "I am not afraid of you, Jacob Black. If you hurt this body, your woman will die. If you don't give me flesh, she will rot."
Claire revealed damage to her chest, right arm (he'd repaired the left), left leg, and lower thigh, dangerously close to her crotch.
Jacob winced, feeling the pain like it was his own.
Kuri gasped and flew at them. "Don't do it Jake! Let me die!"
"Where is she?" Jake tried again. "She won't die so easily. You're making her rot."
"Give me your skin, and I'll give her back!"
"Fine." Jake sighed. "Take some of my skin and then give her back."
Claire smirked, ripping skin off each place, ripping a LOT off his crotch, laughing.