"I am alone in this. Have you ever heard of a vampire clinic? Or a support group?" Minerva asked, snorting and rolling her eyes after.
"Yeah, I have my parents, and my grandparents who have been amazing," she murmured, looking at the floor. She toed a spot on the hardwood floor - a stain; probably a spilled drink from a previous occupant.
"But besides them, and Frankie, and the Hit Wizard who brought me into St. Mungo's a week ago - you're the only other person who knows and it's going to stay that way. I don't want anyone else to know."
She sighed, taking a last drag off her cigarette then crushed the end in her fingers.
"Eventually I'll have to go away from everyone or people will get suspicious when they get older but I stay the same."
Minerva laughed bitterly, looking up at Atlas. "You don't know why? Atlas, from the beginning I've been honest that I don't want a boyfriend. I don't want to be in a relationship. I've never, ever lied about that or led you on. And I don't know why you have this obsession about me or why you can't accept me for who I am."