Sierra was sleeping and he was lying next to her with a cigarette in hand and smokes turning the room into some kind of mist area. Duncan noticed how she slept curling into a ball, hugging her knees. He felt despicable but she was his human; he had the right to do anything to her. Anyway, he didn't want her to learn about Elijah's death this soon. Everyone would freak out once the morning came. The simple fact that's he was able to sleep next to him soundly said a lot already. He smiled and turned his head toward the window, the wind was still playing with the curtains.
Anyone would be scared if he learnt of the reality of Revampirina, even he was like that. He lived as a human and thought himself to be so until his parents died. The first time he was taken to the Ambrosia was engraved in his memory like when a sculptor engraved something on a glorious monument. However, compared to her, he wasn't that much of a brave one. He couldn't talk to anyone or stand up to himself.
