That was just it. A lot of people were cowards. Generally speaking, it was better to be a coward and live than a martyr. Rationally, Phaedra knew that.
She just had that stupid sense of loyalty that made her twice as likely to die for a cause.
Potentially, it made her twice as stupid.
You know this ain't just me distracting you.
If it wasn't for Thomas and the burn she'd given him, Phaedra would not have believed Lindsey when he said this. She would've told him how she'd used that line on marks and then killed them without regret. She would've told him he was just as detached as she was, and that she could see that.
But she'd burned a White Court vampire. Badly. It was very human, feeling your stomach drop, Phaedra thought.
A string of angry and confused Roma spilled out of her, then. The gist of it was simply anger and confusion, the words didn't matter as much.
Anger won, then, and Phaedra hit him. Not as hard as she could've, but hard enough that it'd hurt and bruise. Human hard.
She pulled her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest, trying desperately to maintain her anger while looking him in the eye.