I sighed. I was too tired to discuss this, much too tired, and if I didn’t find Mina or Jonathan’s room soon, then I ran the risk of coming across a hunter—or, worse, a Father. But where was I? Everything looked so much the same. How did anyone find anything in this labyrinth? There weren’t even any numbers on the doors.
“Humans aren’t cattle,” I pointed out.
The Vampire offered me a lopsided smile, her fangs just barely visible between her lips. “Very true,” she said. “Cows don’t do to each other what Marius is doing to Abraham. Or what the Fathers are doing to Mircalla. Or what Jonathan is doing to you. Trust me, Lucy; when cows are killed for food, it’s nothing personal. When we kill a human, rather than turn them into one of us, it’s because some people simply deserve to die.”
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