After Senior Maya left, the City Center hummed around me.
'The amulet should address parts of her problem,' I thought, heading toward the teleportation center tucked within the square.
I'd designed it with her dual nature in mind, hoping it might help bridge the ever-present chasm between her vampiric instincts and human discipline.
These two sides of her—one refined and controlled, the other primal and unrestrained—were locked in a near-constant struggle, and her attempts to suppress the latter wouldn't end well.
'Typical suppression of something so innate rarely does,' I mused, weaving between the throng of people. I'd seen the signs—the way she leaned on me, her dependency growing dangerously close to addiction. It was a reliance I couldn't afford to encourage.
My path was my own, and hers, ultimately, would have to be hers.
