Fore finger of her free hand pressed to her full lips in thought. She was quiet for once, her expression contemplative, as if weighing what Liam was saying. "That may be true..." she murmured, her gaze fixed on the window - anything but Liam's face. Small feet followed the man's lead, as if on autopilot. She had no need to protest, and she felt her body beginning to ache for the over-sized mattress that dwarfed her tiny frame. "Maybe. But we'll never know. I watched my father die."
She said nothing more, and instead slipped out the window to walk home quietly with her Sire.
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