He waited until she joined him in the hall to pick things back up, leading the way and assuming she would fall into step beside him. “So vampires are made from humans, and if you’re saying they’re shitty… The equation kind of has to go both ways there. And right now, Miss Patterson, supernaturals are absolutely maintaining the Veil. Or rather, they’re supporting it. No one’s entirely certain who, if anyone, maintains it.” That was one mystery even the Sidhe hadn’t gotten to the bottom of, so far as he knew, though Andrew did know someone who remembered a time before the Veil. “Not all of ‘us guys’ here are human. Hell, most of our Agents aren’t. The guys who picked up you up probably weren’t.” Most people would see her blog as either some nut-job ranting on the internet (join the club) or someone who liked to tell stories. Even if they didn’t agree about one other thing, at least Andrew knew about the Veil and acknowledged the reality of it.
“Angels, we’ll roll with that first. Because they’re definitely on the endangered species list as far as supernaturals go. Their blood is extremely valuable. So even if ninety-nine percent of the people out there would never go harvesting it from them, there’s going to be that fringe element who’d just love to know where they are.” He grimaced a little at the whole fantasy-vampire bit. That was distressing to him on two levels—the vampire ex-wife, and Kaylee’s insistence that his interest in Melisande, who had been assumed to be an angel before, was a fetish of some sort.
“I did.” He answered that one matter-of-factly too, shrugging. She could be offended if she liked, but he didn’t figure she was. “You said it yourself. You shut down your training early. You resented it early. I loved the training. I just didn’t love what I was training for."