Mina's eyebrow lofted slightly. That felt like it had come out of nowhere. "Me?" she repeated. "Are you concerned for my safety? I assure you, Anna and I are getting on just fine." She paused. "Well, I haven't killed her yet."

More appropriately, she supposed dourly, Anna hadn't killed her yet. As a Kindred, Anna was no match for Mina. She knew it. Jacqueline knew it. Everyone in the city of Chicago knew it. As a Fae? Mina was nothing but dust in the wind.

"Anyway," she continued, "given the current climate, I don't think it's practical for me to start constructing a haven. Things are just too dangerous right now."