Tuesday, January 11, 2011
It galls me to do it, but I must think of Conal. I will not suffer for my defiance; he will - and he has suffered enough already on my account.
So I stand, my face burning with shame and barely-repressed rage, and offer a bow to all. "Your pardons, gentlefolk; it was entirely my clumsiness at fault here."
The vampire gives me a look, half of pity, half of disgust; but there is puzzlement there, too. The Bitch has forgotten, I make no doubt, just how keen vampire hearing is.