"She is the way." Garrick shook his head vehemently, glaring wildly at me through his tumbling dark locks. "No. No. It's not possible." "But you saw. I showed you." The vampire rose up on his knees and slumped back on his haunches, his chest deflated, his whole body displaying the exhaustion he now felt from the vision. I knew he felt it, because I did too and had done since Lucius had shown me. It was exhausting and unbelievable and yet horribly, horribly true. "But she just can't be." "You believe what I am but you won't believe what Megan is?" Garrick's face twisted with confusion and anger. "But she is a vampire! She is one of us. How the hell can she be what you say she is when she is little more than a demon? We kill. We do not save. That's not our way, Lucius." "He saved her." Luciu
