"So they say," Nikki answered. Adrenaline was slowly slipping into her veins and when the store's door shut behind them she pointed wordlessly down the street, wanting to move them away from the intersection at the corner. She was a city girl and she knew how to stage a fight without having the pigs coming to sniff around.
Her fingers clenched into a fist at her side. "'Good guy'? Please," she forced herself to look up, finally at his face. "You left my five year old without his mother, and hell, that's the least of it." She'd listened to Bernard often enough to know that he'd had a thing for railroad spikes, and that he'd killed another slayer in China in 1900.
"D'know who gave you a soul or how you got it," Nikki's laugh had a definite bitter tone. "But that shit was a damn waste."