How could hearing the truth about what he’d done four years ago not horrify her? With no actual memory of that night, maybe this was just a story, like reading a book where bad things happened to fictional people. Or seeing a movie. Listening to what happened that night didn’t feel like reality to her.
“You could’ve attacked me tonight, but you didn’t. You’re stronger than you think you are.” Before he could reply to that nonsense, she asked, “What are your plans now?”
“They haven’t changed. I’m going to find who’s responsible for collecting your blood and take them out.” And he’d start with her customer who had the Sweet-laced truffle fetish.
“And then…”
He looked at her, not sure what she was asking. “Then what?”
“What about me? What about us? You said yourself that humans can’t know of your existence.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. There is no us. Not any longer. There can never be an us. “The Council’s rules on that issue are specific.”
She was quiet for a few moments. When she spoke again, her voice was quiet. “So when all of this is over, you’re going to wipe my memory and leave.”
He turned away from her. “Yes.”
