Chapter 13: 13

You were desperate then, and you knew you had to obey. They paired you with another desperate young Cainite, a charming young man named Julian Sim who talked too much. He was something that other Kindred called an Assamite, and back then you didn't know if that was another clan like the Ventrue or another sect like the Camarilla. No one ever bothered to tell you.

Julian had the eager energy of a congressional page and the glittering, patient eyes of a reptile. He was out for himself, and so were you, and that gave you something in common.

Você se lembra do Geo Tracker verde-limão de Julian parando sobre o cascalho. Você saltou e sentiu a areia sob seus pés, ainda quente horas após o pôr do sol, embora o ar da noite estivesse frio. Julian estava bem vestido apesar do trabalho árduo, mas naquela época você sempre usava a mesma coisa quando estava no deserto: macacão com o nome que você usava costurado em um remendo.

Não seu nome verdadeiro, é claro. Essa pessoa morreu na esquina de uma doca de carregamento da Target.

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