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after being on my own for so long. Being around other people made them think they had rights to comment on your life. That had never sat well with me. What made them think they could pass judgment on what I did or felt or didn’t feel? I didn’t go around….this train of thought was going to have me hitting the next person who said hello to me.
    I needed to get out of this house.
    One of the perks about coven life were the cars. We had a garage full of them and from the day I had taken my now vacated position as Rainor’s enforcer I had not needed permission to use whichever one I wanted. Since it was a bright sunny day I took the convertible and went for a drive. Here was where I was really lucky; I might have the complexion of a vampire, but I didn’t burn. I healed sun damage as quickly and flawlessly as I regenerated from a knife wound. The only downside to me in the sun was how unearthly white it made me look. Usually I wound up with a dozen people asking me if I had sunscreen on.
    The drive began to clear my head of account balances and renewing old ties. I found myself thinking about two things. First was the half-caste baby and who brought it over to our side. Second was Christopher. Who was I kidding? First I was thinking about him and then I was sparing a thought for the innocent child who could get everyone I knew in the city killed. That’s a girl, I thought, always thinking of our hormones.
    Ok. Chris was cute in a two-month-old puppy sort of a way. He was playful and sweet and a good dancer. Definitely the sort of guy most girls would love to bring home to their parents. Trouble was, I did not have parents and I was fairly certain he would run screaming from the coven that would want him to prove he was worthy of dating their soon-to-be leader. They liked to test people. Test his reflexes by accidentally dropping a glass of wine on his pants. Test his stomach by talking about gory war stories over dinner. Test his faithfulness by having every woman in the place proposition him. Well, maybe not the last one since going after the leader’s guy was taboo. When Rainor was in full command, yes, but likely not now when they were still feeling me out. And certainly not after what I did to Dawn.
    I sort of felt bad about that. It would have been less severe if I had grabbed her by the throat, pinned her to the wall and threatened her with physical punishment. But , my blood said, what we did was so much more effective and fun . It was right. Maybe I should find my own place instead of trying to live in the coven house right away. I could still be at hand when Rainor needed me, but without constant contact with other living creatures it might give my neglected social graces time to recover themselves.
    Or I could practice being with other half-castes by calling Chris up and asking him out. Wouldn’t Anton love hearing about that? Wait a second. How did Anton wind up in that thought? The entire time I was away I barely gave him a thought and now he seemed to be popping into my head. I suppose another thing I had to readjust to was being in the same city as him and shutting off the strange connection we had. Best way to do that was to occupy my mind with other things. Focus on the treaty violation and on getting a normal life, or as normal a life as I would ever have. Besides the life would help my cover since it would look like I was building a life for myself because I was here to be Mistress and wanted to establish myself.
    My stomach growled and I realized I had been driving for hours. I was not exactly in the best section of town, but what was any human going to do to me? I pulled into the parking lot of a diner I found around the corner and went inside. It seemed to be one of those places that had regulars and where strangers were few and far between because all the waitresses were calling the customers by their first names and everyone turned to stare at me when I took a seat at the counter. Or maybe it was