CHAPTER 8THE LIGHTHOUSE
DAMON
“I gotta tell you, Damon, I’m disappointed. I really didn’t think it was you.” Priscilla’s voice seemed to float in the darkness. “I had imagined that we were on the same side. That we did very nearly the same job, in our own ways. But you had to go vigilante on me.”
“You can turn on the lights, Priscilla. I’m not going to shade.”
“I’m sure you can understand my not taking your word for it.” Judging by the direction of her voice, she was sitting several feet away from me, out of arm’s reach. If she was in here, Lincoln was, too; it took me a few seconds of concentration to catch the scent of a Shadow in the far corner.
“Haven’t we had this conversation before?” I said. “You have no evidence against me, which is natural enough, since I didn’t do it.”
“Had
