ROGUE BLOOD
People say that like it is a joke, but it is not.
“Talk,” I mutter, even though no one is here yet.
“One of your men is heading up to see you sir.”
“Let him in.”
The city is spread out below me, all glass and cars and noise, and I hate it. Too many places to hide. Too many people who have no idea what is walking past them every day. Humans love pretending the world is soft.
Pathetic
A knock hits the door, sharp and fast.
“What,” I snap.
The door opens, and Mark steps in. He looks nervous, and that alone annoys me. He is one of mine, loyal and careful, but he still smells like doubt sometimes.