Gabriel leaned into the light. “Look into my eyes, coldblood. Do I strike you as the kind of man who’s afraid to die?” “You strike me as the kind who would welcome it,” the vampire admitted. “But the silversaints were meant to be exemplars of the One Faith. Slayers of monsters most foul and warriors of God most high. And you were the best of them. You weep like a child over a dead horse, but shoot an innocent woman in the back and leave god-fearing men to be slaughtered by foulbloods.” The historian frowned. “What kind of hero are you?” Gabriel laughed, shaking his head. “Who the fuck told you
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