"Sorry," MariAnne said timidly, unsure of whether David was angry or joking. It was so hard to judge his character. "I tried to go fast."
Although David's intense personality made her uneasy, MariAnne felt safe here with him there. Even now she couldn't believe that she'd accepted a ride with this strange, dangerous slayer. Accepting a ride from a stranger in New Haven period was pure folly, but so far this man had protected her.
"So..." she said quietly, pulling her wild, rain-soaked curls into a ponytail. "Where to now?"
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"Biting my trewand pen, beating myselfe for spite,
Fool, said my Muse to me, looke in thy heart, and write."
- Sir Philip Sidney
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