Survivors Can't Always Choose Their Methods.

Reluctantly, I Pulled Out My Necklace And Showed It To Them. Samuel Frowned. The Little Figure Was Stylized; I Suppose He Couldn't Tell What It Was At First. A Dog?" Asked Zee, Staring At My Necklace. A Lamb," I Said Defensively, Tucking It Safely Back Under My Shirt. "because One Of Christ's Names Is "the Lamb Of God."" Samuel's Shoulders Shook Slightly. "i Can See It Now, Mercy Holding A Roomful Of Vampire At Bay With Her Glowing Sheep." I Gave His Shoulder A Hard Push, Aware Of The Heat Climbing To My Cheeks, But It Didn't Help. He Sang In A Soft Taunting Voice, "mercy Had A Little Lamb.

Are We Going To Portland?" I Asked. "or Multnomah Falls?" He Smiled At Me. "go To Sleep." I Waited Three Seconds. "are We There Yet?" His Smile Widened, And The Last Of The Usual Tension Melted From His Face. For A Smile Like That, I'd...do Anything.

Love Thy Enemies, It Says In The Scriptures. My Foster Mother Always Added, "at The Very Least, You Will Be Polite To Them.

It Was Unsettling To Be In Love With Someone Who Looked Like The Face In Her Nightmares.

The Best Way For Me To Protect You Is To Encourage You To Be Able To Protect Yourself.