Alice didn't know what to expect as she spoke the reasons, but Cynthia's abrupt standing leading to the artist's pacing wasn't a surprise.
"...it's a long story." Alice admits. "This kindred pushed my buttons, she wanted to use me, puppet me around. While also waning to hurt those closes to me...kill us, and desecrate our graves. Her reasons were that with the Brood threat, she wouldn't been punished because she was needed....her words...I attacked her. She attacked me. We both frenzied, and she was the one to fall." Alice says, the words she used the quick way a horrible and life changing night was paired down to barely a paragraph....Alice didn't know how to feel about that. But Cynthia didn't need to know that Alice had only her fangs to gnaw at the daeva, and swallowed more then a few mouthfuls of Bea's blood...had been so far gone as to suckle at the carpet the body had fallen upon for just one...more...drop.
Alice shakes her head, trying to remove those memories from her mind. The wouldn't do her any good.
"I did kill a kindred who had been willing to fight them." Alice tries to quip, but knows it failed.
The Clan had what?! "The Prince wasn't contacted when the Reeve and I came to the decimation that I would be sent to torpor for the remainder of my punishment."