That hopeful, happy smile of the child at the inn in Cold Spring, waiting eagerly for a father who would never return...
That damned smile...
It's a good thing vampires don't sleep.
Otherwise, I'm sure that face would've haunted even my dreams.
Anyway, there's no point living with guilt just for being what I am.
It's nature, simple as that.
I doubt that hunter ever felt guilty for the cubs he left without a mother or father—so why should I?
I shouldn't even have to convince myself of this—it should come naturally.
Whatever. Time to put this whole matter behind me and focus on today's target.
Mrs. Lunsford.
A little distraction is exactly what I need right now.
I called her for the first time six days ago. She answered with a cold: «No thank you, we're not interested in investing in Kanzuro Industries stocks. My husband handles those things. And as it happens, I'll be visiting your Tokyo office in five days for financial matters. Thank you and have a good day.»
