From my WIP (vampires and bad guys and romance!):
She slid her fingers underneath the blade.
“Careful,” he warned, not wanting to see her hurt herself. The pulse in her wrist flared and he struggled not to focus on it. He should have fed before coming here.
She grinned suddenly and grabbed it by the handle, flicking the blade back inside where it belonged. He let his hand drop, strangely disappointed.