Phaedra rested her chin on the heel of her left hand, then dropped her head down into it and ran her hair through her fingers. When she looked up at Peter again, he was saying she wasn't like them.
It seemed as though he was paying her a compliment, too. More interesting: she cared that he was.
What did happen?
"I wanted to be just as capable as the boys were, that's what happened," she said. He probably knew she was the first woman allowed in the Order. "I wanted to go fight the wolves."
Both her eyebrows rose and fell with the word. Peter should know that initially, that was what the tribes were protected from.
"But somebody had a better idea. It wasn't a full vampire... upir...whatever. It was different. And it was very strong. While I was asleep on a hunt, it killed everyone else. And when I woke up, it tricked me into drinking from it. That was that. Then I got to run, too. My best friend gave me a headstart." I can see why Nic trusted you.
"Over time, I found out more about the thing that made me. It... I refuse to say its name... was a higher demon possessing a vampire. So you're right, I'm not like them, and never will be. There's no more blood like that out there."
Which is a very, very good thing.
She paused. "This is more than I talk." Phaedra made sure she was looking him in the eyes when she finished the thought.