Flattery was a difficult art where Mina was concerned. In the case of Jones, she decided just to brush it off. Jones was doubtlessly trying to repair the damage. Mina would decide later whether or not she had done well. "Anne was a great hero. In both of her lives; mortal and Kindred. I could spend three days just telling epic stories of her deeds. It would be quite dramatic." Mina laughed softly. "You've never heard me tell a story. I used to be quite good at it. Sheriff Cormac could vouch for that."

God, she missed Jacqueline.

"There are two kinds of Kindred, Jones. The kind who cling to their humanity. And the kind who embrace the darkness. The latter, well, I have little to say of them, other that 'good riddens.' As for the former, the one thing I've learned, over time, is that they create their own families to fill the void that's left behind." She shook her head. "We're not monsters. We're nearly as human as humans."