’ She pulled away from him and made eye contact, ‘Christian, I love you and I don’t want us…you to have a hard time. I don’t want trouble fo... you. Your job, your school, your life…is way more important than I am.’ Understanding shone in his eyes as they started to water. She smiled and wiped away the single tear that rolled down his cheek. Christian knew what she meant and he didn’t disagree. She always put others before herself. He would do anything for her and she knew that. ‘Things take. .. no.”“Do you think there is some hidden meaning to being a Kindred? Some explanation to our existence that will raise us to a new level of understanding?”“ ... no.”“Then you are no Ordo Dracul, Invictus, or Carthian. And thankfully, no Lancea et Sanctum either. Now perhaps, do you think that Kindred simply ... are? That we have been around for as long as kine, and we exist just as they do? Do you stare up at the night sky and think of God casting his judgments, or do you think the universe is. It was what I'd expected.What I didn't expect was as we all materialized in our Conference Room Sara stretched her arms out and folded them back across her chest. Light as a feather she lifted off from our supporting hands and settled into one of the chairs. A huge smile adorned her face as she looked over at me and there was a twinkle in her eye as she simply said, "Hi, Will!"Now I'm not sure what was a typical Puritan greeting from her past but I'd almost be willing to bet that it was. Trixie exclaims, "Young lady what in God's name is going on here? How dare you!"She spun me around and got right in my face. The tip of her powder-dusted nose merely inches from my own. Her finely plucked brows scowled in condescension. Her lacquered lips pursed in withering scrutiny. I could smell her perfume. I couldn't meet her gaze. Her luscious blonde hair poured down in tube waves around her collar. I peeked into her taffeta blouse to spy her creamy cleavage. I popped a boner. And then it.