Page 33 of Tortured Soul
She did. It was a very faint line, barely lighter than the rest of her skin.
“How did you get it?” I asked.
She chuckled silently and pointed to her sister, just a few steps behind her.
After a pause, I let go of her hand. She blinked, confused.
“Did you fight?” I signed.
Both their coal eyes widened. Marcus groaned. “Great. Now they can form an alliance against us.”
“We were feisty as kids,”Francesca said, stepping closer.
“She scratched me.” Savi rolled her eyes.
“She deserved it,” Francesca replied.
I chuckled.
I had lots of siblings too, back when I was still…myself. A twin, and dozens of half brothers and sisters. An eternity ago…We fought a lot, too.
I missed it, sometimes. Missed them.
“We have to go,” Savi signed with a sad smile. “It was nice meeting you.”
They both waved at us and walked toward the door.
“If Marcus annoys you, tell us. We’ll switch his toothpaste again,”she added, stopping briefly. “Or change his chips from regular to salted vinegar. He hates it.”
She winked and left after her sister, closing the door behind her.
“I didn’t know you could sign,” Aymeric said.
I shrugged. “I’ve lived a long time. I know how to speak many languages.”
“A lot of people don’t bother,” he answered. “I know a few words, just enough so we can understand each other.”
“I just know when they are insulting me. Don’t pretend that they didn’t talk about me just now.”
I held back a grin. “Get over yourself,” I repeated his words from last night, then, to Aymeric, “What do they do, by the way? Being vampires must reduce their job opportunities.”
It was Marcus who answered, his mouth full of something that looked drastically different from what Aymeric prepared for the both of us.
“They’re night scouts.”
I arched a brow, waiting for him to explain further. Reluctantly, he did.
“Scouts patrol outside the walls and barriers. There are day teams and night teams. They search for missing Immortals, hunt careless humans…They’re our first line of defense and attack.”
So therewereImmortals outside the safety of the camp.
“Are there many humans outside?” I asked innocently, stabbing at a piece of carrot.
“So far, we’ve registered about twenty cabins scattered around the barrier and at the edge of the stone forest. We think humans use them to monitor us.”
“Why not attack them?” I wondered.
“It’s not that simple.” Aymeric sighed. “They obviously hold a lot of us, and we don’t know where. We can’t go and search in their cabin without risking capture or war.”
