"Speaking from experience, murder mysteries might be fun to read about in books, but they're no fun to actually be involved in, yourself," she said, running a finger down one of the shelves. "Especially when it comes out the murderer was somebody you loved like your own family, and trusted."
The mental wounds Tasha left were still fresh. Louis' confession made her glance over at him and she rose an eyebrow. "Taking into consideration there seem to be different vampires here... I'll keep that in mind. Sorry, it's just... where I'm from, my kind are born, not made. The Strigoi are made, and they're evil. They hunt innocent people down like game, and kill with no remorse. Every good thing they had about them in life is just... stripped away."
Though, with the way Louis spoke of his maker, she had to smile. "I can tell you aren't though... Strigoi aren't capable of love, and you clearly love him. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have Christian, here."