[She stopped short. She knew too many things about vampires not to be wary of them. Holding the silver-topped walking stick, Mercy held her ground, not moving at all.
Her lip almost curled, but she managed to restrain the impulse. He wasn't Stefan and she needed to remember that. So, instead, she just cocked an eyebrow at him.]
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Her lip almost curled, but she managed to restrain the impulse. He wasn't Stefan and she needed to remember that. So, instead, she just cocked an eyebrow at him.]
Home.