Chapter 16 The Dark Fury

• I stared long at her, at the non-repentant expression on her face. "Do you think that's what I do? Kill people and waste blood?"
• "Isn't that right? Is there anything else you do?" She shot back, still with one foot outside, ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. Now that she had gotten dressed, she wouldn't think twice about dashing for cover if I dared take a step towards her.
• "Let's have dinner tonight," I said instead, realising I had to call an end to the argument else I would have to spend hours getting her to believe I don't drink blood.