Disclaimer: I do not own the Rachel Morgan series or any of Kim Harrison's characters. I only borrow them occassionally for my own perverse entertainment.
Good Sense
I hadn't said a word, but we were moving.
I'd called for the meeting, wanting to speak with Quen, but he'd taken one look at my face, nodded, and turned to lead the way.
We arrived in one of Trent's private guest rooms. Ironically, it was near the one Quen had been in.
I had nothing with me, excepting a bag with a change of clothes and my charms. Ivy and Jenks thought I was going to visit my mother on the West Coast. I didn't want them to worry, and if I did die because of complications (like your dad… whispered a voice in my head) then to them I'd have just disappeared.
I'd seen Al in the ever-after for our lesson yesterday, so I wouldn't have to worry about that for another week. Ceri was so busy with the baby that she wouldn't know or notice. If I was lucky, and Quen was discrete enough, Trent even wouldn't notice.
It wasn't ideal, but I knew that Quen would understand.
Ivy tries hard to protect me from other vampires, but she can't protect me from herself, and, sometimes, out of towners just don't care. Like the one yesterday.
A sleepy-time potion had taken him down, but the vampire saliva I had in my bloodstream was a hindrance, a weakness. Quen understood that.
And besides, if this worked, it would protect me from the worry forever. No new vampire saliva would work in my blood, meaning I didn't have to worry about being bound to anyone.
It was just good sense, really. At least, that's what I kept telling myself.
I just hoped this didn't come back to bite me in the ass.