"Back at the inn," Mina said, wrinkling her nose at the bed display. "Someplace Anna wouldn't think to look for them." Actually, they were in the most obvious of hiding places, under a floorboard. But frankly, Mina was reasonably confident that Anna had absolutely no interest in the pistols anyway. She had her own means of defense now, means that defied the logic of Mina's world.
She hated things that defied the logic of her world.
Unfortunately, lately, Jacqueline had become something that defied all logic. A part of her was pleased that Jacqueline had found some kind of happiness, back on the mortal coil. A larger, greedier, more vocal part of her hated it. Jacqueline had been her family, the person she related to most in the world. And now, like so many before her, Mina was going to have to watch Jacqueline grow old and feeble and eventually die.
That was the madness of Kindred existence. It was why she had avoided mortal company for so long.
Well, now they were inevitable.
"Darker colors hide stains better," she muttered, nodding to the bedspread. "That will be impossible to clean."
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She hated things that defied the logic of her world.
Unfortunately, lately, Jacqueline had become something that defied all logic. A part of her was pleased that Jacqueline had found some kind of happiness, back on the mortal coil. A larger, greedier, more vocal part of her hated it. Jacqueline had been her family, the person she related to most in the world. And now, like so many before her, Mina was going to have to watch Jacqueline grow old and feeble and eventually die.
That was the madness of Kindred existence. It was why she had avoided mortal company for so long.
Well, now they were inevitable.
"Darker colors hide stains better," she muttered, nodding to the bedspread. "That will be impossible to clean."