He had slit her throat - the replacement. She'd been sixteen and kine and he had slit her throat to spite his sire. And since then he had abhorred violence. How could he do such a horrifying thing to an innocent girl who likely had little choice in the matter? He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn't hear Rook speak again.
Ash glanced over at Rook, arching an eyebrow at that suggestion. "Perhaps so... But this someone would have to recognize the signs of someone planning to vanish without a thought. Do you know of such a person?" Ash wasn't entirely certain what Rook was about to suggest but he had a bit of an idea.