Mackenzie sits down across from Corin and stares silently at her for several minutes. She sighs loudly. "Corin, I'm used to not trusting anyone. It usually bothers others a whole hell of a lot more than it does me."
She stares at the table and finds a small marr in the finish to pick at. "For some reason coming to this place and meeting everyone in our clan...I want to trust you. I want to trust Kendov." Her voice slightly changes at Kendov's name.
She looks up at Corin. "You say you were Sabbat, okay. That was your past. As I told A.J. you have proven yourself not to be the same person. You like pain, there's nothing wrong with that or shameful. The book I was reading when I first came to town is about someone like that."
"The problem I have is that when you are hearing the voice, you no longer have a lick of reason in you. Horacio was able to bring you out of it. Tell me what I can do to help at that point, in case Horacio isn't around. Because heaven help me, next time one of us will be in torpor."























































































































































































































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