Meanwhile, Love was seated in the small canteen with the, now recovered, members of the Scout regiment.
She had left Till with the makeshift supplies and some food she had gathered for Apollo, as he enthusiastically listed all of the necessities he would buy for him in town that week.
Seeing the light come back into his deep blue eyes as he affectionately scratched him behind the ears, the kitten nestled quietly in his lap; Love felt some assurance that, at least on this occasion, she had said and done the right things, at the right time.
"I don't understand this. How could they let some filthy vamp in as our Lieutenant General?"
Love snapped her head up and glared coldly at Ivan as he sat beside Cordelia, a deep scowl on his face.
