“That is still a mystery.” Tapping her glass against Abigail’s she took another drink and promptly refilled it. “A mystery I intend on getting to the bottom of. He says all he wants is to live, to learn about the world that grew as he slumbered.” Another sip and she sighed. “I say bullox. There is more….there always is.”
Her eyes grew hard and cold for a moment as she thought back on her own fight with Drake. “Abigail, you can not stand against him.” Not that she was undermining her ability as a hunter or a fighter. She had learned first hand how powerful he was. Selene knew she was just as powerful. A grave mistake had been made on her part that night, she had let her guard down and was completely defenseless at his attack. It would not happen again. “Not as you are.” The last words were spoken softly because she knew she should not think what she was thinking. Selene had never turned a mortal, other then Michael. However, she knew in her heart it may be exactly what Abigail would need to defeat Drake.
“He is nobody or will be soon enough. Fool gave me a weapon meant to kill him, meant to kill Logan as well….”