“What on Earth were you thinking, Kylie? He could have killed you!” Logan stormed. The vampire slayer was standing in her kitchen, leaning heavily on the back of a chair.
“Well, he didn't kill me, and I knew he wouldn't.” Kylie said, somewhat dismissively, “and I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I wasn't thinking on Earth, Logan, I was thinking of Earth. Someone needs to be able to negotiate on our behalf.”
“Negotiate?” Logan spat. He bit his lip and paced across the kitchen for a moment, back and forth, before taking a deep breath and turning to her. “You can't negotiate with vampires, Kylie. They see us as a source of food, nothing more.”
“I think you're wrong about that,” Kylie said, hugging herself and looking sideways at the slayer. “I think the Wythirians have changed as much as we have
