Yeah. This was another thing he wasn't going to be explaining to her. He turned away just long enough to pull the neck of his gray t-shirt to the side, using two fingers on either side of the bullet to pin it in place and stretch the skin over it. Setting his jaw, he sliced along it in a single, quick motion. The bullet popped out, falling to the dirt floor of the barn. The skin knit back together almost instantly, and Levi rolled his shoulder. There was a lingering ghost of pain from nerves that still protested against being severed, but it already felt better.
He wiped the blood from the blade onto his motorcycle leathers, then shoved it back in his pocket as he turned back toward the car and the woman there.
Except she wasn't there anymore.