Chapter Thirteen
This is too familiar.
And it's wrong. I have too many weapons strapped all over my body. It doesn't matter that I know I can have them. It doesn't feel right to. If I only ever touch the one knife Bryce gave me ever again, I'll be a happy vampire. And I'd even be happy if I could put that one on a display stand and never use it again.
I know they say that once someone learns to be violent, then they always only know that way, but I don't feel like it's true. Not for me, anyway. Maybe I'm kidding myself, but I don't want to be involved with anything where someone could get hurt. I'd much rather be back in my room, curled up against Bryce with a silly TV show on and nothing else to worry about.
And yet, here I am. Preparing to go on yet another mission I don't actually w
