"I think you're going to miss it more than I will." Effy said as she repositioned the bag on her shoulder. This was fucking crazy. [i]She[/i] was fucking crazy, leaving everything behind at the urgings of a monster. No, Gin wasn't a monster; she didn't know what to think he was. "I know you hate it, but you're going to have to drive. You know where we'll be safe." Pushing passed Gin, as she made her way out of the building and into the night.

The air was oddly cool for a summer night, making Effy wish she had thought to grab a jacket. There was no one to be seen on the street, but somehow she felt as if they weren't alone. Yellow eyes, or what she thought were eyes at a glance, peered at them from the shadows. She glanced at Gin, searching his face. His mannerism seemed foreign to her, his body only a little less deflated than before. Guilt filled her, replacing the fear with something worse. She wanted to reverse time, change the way she had reacted, but she couldn't. There was only room to move forward at this point. She groaned. "Would you mind cluing me in as to why a necromancer wants me for his...collection?" Collection of what, Effy didn't want to know. She was already part of a collection. Samual's collection. She had no desire to be part of another one.