“We are not as bad as you may think,” Keir said after another short pause, then added, “My father may be, and the people who killed your family, of course. But we are not. Most are not.” She paused one more time. “I am not.” “I’ll believe it when I see it,” I muttered turning back to my book. “You know,” she trailed, I could hear the smile in her tone. “Your indifference kind of turns me on.”
