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hand up, forestalling any comments Diandra
was getting ready to make. "I'm sorry," she said simply. "I know
an apology doesn't mean a fucking thing right now, but looking around this
house, looking at everyone in it, I am so damned sorry for what I've done to us
all. I just wanted to say that before we went any further." She looked
down into her coffee mug, twirling it restlessly between her hands. She
couldn't bring herself to make eye contact just yet.
    Diandra sighed and took a sip of her rapidly cooling coffee.
"All right, thank you. I think I'll hold my decision on whether or not to
accept it in reserve for right now." She gave a rueful smile at Lizbeth's
look of surprise. "You're always apologizing, but you keep make the same choices
over and over again. It makes it hard to believe you're sincere when all you do
is repeat the same mistakes. So I can't forgive you, not yet, not until we
talk. No more running, no more evading, just total honesty. You know as well as
I do that a relationship can't work if there's no communication, and right now
you've done your damndest to make sure there is none."
    Lizbeth bowed her head, hiding behind a curtain of her dark
hair. Normally she kept it just barely brushing her shoulders, but she'd
started growing it out since she knew Dia loved to run her fingers through the
lengthening locks. Now it made a perfect place to hide behind. If she had to be
honest, she'd rather not look at anyone while she did it.
    Eamon spoke up from the doorway. "As this concerns us,
I'd like to be included in this conversation, if you don't mind." He sat
down at the dining room table, a bowl of tuna salad near at hand.
    "That's up to Lizbeth," Diandra said softly, and
Lizbeth could feel those lilac eyes boring into her as she shifted in her chair
and nodded in agreement.
    Eamon sat down and waited for the conversation to begin as he
dug in to his breakfast, but Adrian refilled everyone's coffee mugs first. Always the good employee , Lizbeth
thought to herself as she thanked him quietly and picked up her mug.
    You could do worse ,
a sarcastic voice said inside her head, and she looked up quickly, startled as
she met Eamon's gaze. He'd never spoken to her this way before, and she found
it jarring that he did so when she felt so defenseless. That's why I'm able to , he said as he finished his tuna. Your defenses are lowered enough for me to
actually reach you for a change. You keep yourself locked up tighter than the
fucking Crown Jewels most of the time. It's about time you let me in. Now how
about we include the others in this conversation before it gets awkward, huh?
    Lizbeth took another deep breath and thought to herself, if I keep taking in this much air I'm liable
to float away. Put up or shut up time … "All right, I guess it's time
for a story, huh? What it all comes down to is simple jealousy. How lame is
that?" She let out a short bark of laughter, surprised when no one laughed
with her, or at her. "Yeah, that's what's been eating at me. Eamon can do
all these amazing things- he flies, he pushes his way into people's heads,
invited or not," she said as she rolled her eyes in his direction.
"He shapeshifts, and he works hard to keep us safe here. And I can't do
any of it."
    She turned her focus to Diandra. "And you, honey, you
do it all, but better. You can fly, you're stronger than Eamon, you run faster,
you learned to shapeshift on your own. You're like this super vamp, and I'm
nothing. What's so fucking impressive about me?" She continued before
anyone could answer. Once the bubble she'd kept inside her had burst she
couldn't stop it. It was all coming out now, like it or not. "Even RaeLynn
is more impressive than I am, and I think we've still only seen the tip of the
iceberg where she's concerned. So what good am I? I didn't want this life,
damnit. I wanted to be a good cop, not a liability that might fang up if
there's blood oozing out of a dead body at my feet. I didn't want this, but if
I had