It was always satisfactory to terminate a firestorm with the bloody execution of the human female, but over the centuries, that feat had lost its thrill.Boris had killed humans in so many ways that the possibilities had all been explored. And really, they weren’t that interesting in the end or that different. The human physiology was remarkably feeble—their survival could be attributed solely, in Boris’s opinion, to their ability to breed with abandon.Sara Keegan was proving to be more difficult to kill, which might be either the result of her being the Seer or a mark of Ambrose’s ineptitude.They headed out of Ann Arbor’s core in the massive gold SUV that Boris favored, Ambrose driving. Sara slept in the backseat, dreamlessly and deeply. It hadn’t been that hard to beguile her, which told Boris that she was skeptical of it or knew nothing about it.He enjoyed that the Smith had left him such a nice loophole.Boris lit another cigarette and with indifference watched the ember burn.
