words fluttered over her skin like something fragile, too delicate to hold without breaking further.
“Yeah?” Lark dismissed the ridiculous image. “If I’m your death, you don’t look too worried. I can take you out, vampire. I’m just a little…off…tonight. I’m tired. I’ve only slept a few hours.”
“Then we should reconvene tomorrow night. Same roof? Same stake?”
Lark smiled wearily, then tucked her head against her elbow, looking over her arm at him. His crazy smile wasn’t so much insane as charming, and charming promised nothing good for her.
“I can’t figure you out,” she said. “I can see the madness. But I also see a soul behind your fucked-up eyes.”
“I bet you’ve never looked into the eyes of your victims before you stake them, eh?”
“It’s not very smart. Track ’em and take ’em out. That’s the way of it. Live to serve. Serve until death. Die fighting.”
“Is that the Order’s motto? Special. You gotta love an organization that has its own kick-ass yet self-sacrificing motto.”
Lark was amused but couldn’t manage a smile. It was true. The knights kicked ass and sacrificed all for the cause. Rarely did the knight have a family and friends, though certainly Todd had tried. He had known his job demanded all. He just hadn’t realized a family life would demand as much of him. Nor had she.
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