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“Yes well, I wouldn’t say I am too upset about it,” she said. “Though I do wish whoever had killed Dimitri had at least saved the humans in the building as well.” Something tickled the back of my mind as she spoke, I knew that name from somewhere. It was important, but it wouldn’t come to mind. “Were the humans a part of your clan as well?” Keir asked and took a sip of her drink, her brown eyes already red. “Yes, but many of them were stolen from their positions and were forced to serve.” She sighed. “They even took Pen. I had wished she’d gotten out alive, but they damn near blew up the
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“There is no need to bring up the past, but it does disappoint me greatly,” she said. “We have fought for years to ensure that the humans are safe and not just because of the Order’s rules. We truly wanted the best for them, but now I see we may have to keep them safe from the people who were supposed to protect them.”
Take her from me.
His hair was unusually messy and there was another dead human not a foot away from where he sat. She had obviously put up a fight, her own hair was a mess and her white feeding dress was ripped down the middle, exposing her. Her eyes were wide open, and there was a silent scream now forever frozen on her face. She was young, couldn’t be a day over fourteen,
“Your parents are probably rolling in their grave right now wondering how their perfect daughter turned out to be such a vampire loving whore while they gave their lives to fight people like me.” Keir’s eyes shifted, almost as if she was going to back down but then she continued. “They are probably glad they got torn apart by vampires, ’cause then they wouldn’t have to face a disgusting excuse for a hunter like you
Probably moaning and crying out for help. . . . but no one heard anything. That was the strangest thing. Silvia’s family lived in a quiet, unassuming neighborhood full of humans. The closest vampire territory was twelve miles away. A vampire could run that length in record time. . . but it also meant that there should have been some trail. But there wasn’t any.
Because this is the first time in a long time that I had wanted to share something with my sister, and I just realized that I couldn’t. Not now, not ever.
“You’re either ashamed of her, or you want her to die,” I said. “That’s the only reason you don’t want to save her.” The smile on his face grew.