She's yours
Dr. Martina seemed to sense the torment roiling beneath Blake's outwardly controlled exterior. "Blake...what happened to you? How did you end up like this?" She reached out a trembling hand as if to touch his face.
Moving with preternatural speed, Blake trapped her wrist in an unforgiving grip before she could make contact. His eyes blazed with an unholy light and his lips peeled back in a terrifying snarl, revealing his elongated fangs.
"Don't try anything, doctor," he ground out in a guttural tone. "I'm feeling generous for the moment since you were somewhat helpful. But that can change very quickly if you make one wrong move."
Tears streamed down Dr. Martina's face anew at the unmistakable threat in Blake's demonic-seeming visage. She began babbling frantically, seemingly incoherent pleas tumbling from her lips.
"Please...please, you have to understand...I didn't mean any har-"