âCompared to what we use to steal itâs a lot less valuable. I mean nobody is going to miss a pair of shoes in a size seven.â Rolling her eyes at Allyâs words even though she was right. Stealing always did give the best high, it helped her forget about the world around her. During the planning of events she always found little trinkets in her coat and purse that sheâd stolen without a second thought. Stealing had just became the way sheâd learned to cope over the years. âI know. Itâs not easy telling someone and hoping theyâll accept you. I mean whatâs the likely hood that they would anyways.â Rubbing the back of her wrist. This conversation was a reminder why she only allowed people so close, because the closer they got the more likely they were to find out about her and her families live style. âI mean youâre a witch Ally so it does have an end date. You dying is that end date.â Ava pointed out with a soft tone, she swallowed hard at her words. âIt kind of comes with the territory of dating a vampire, you know? Either you turn or you enjoy the time you have while youâre alive.â While they talked about mortality Ava realized that everyone she cared about but Cain would be gone. Sure some would last longer than others, but everyone would eventually meet the end. âAwww but your cheeks are just so pinch-able.â Ava teased, she leaned back against her desk. Picking up the little glass figure of Lady that set next to her computer and she smiled. âI know itâs weird for me to say this because Iâm the one constantly itching to leave everywhere, but I really it here Ally. Well I like the people here and the fact that despite the occasional bombing or two it feels safe-ish here. At least safer than Iâve felt in a long time. Thank you for coming here with me and thank you for staying. I could never do any of this without you.â
âCorrection, what you used to steal. What I still do. Just because you decided to take a break from the family business, doesnât mean I have,â Ally said with a little shrug. Ally had only taken a break from it once and look what that had gotten her? She was criminal, born and raised, and she was proud of it. She loved the thrill of completely a job and she loved how Cain didnât try to stop her. She wasnât her without it. Without stealing, without the rush, she would be her anymore. It wasnât just a coping method for Ally. It was who she was in her bones. And she loved it more than anything. Every time she did a job, she felt alive and closer to their parents than she could. âItâs why Iâm a thief. Canât judge you when they do it too,â She said with a shrug. Shaking her head as her sister reminded her of her mortality. âAnd? Thereâs an easy solution, Ava. Called Vampirism?â She told her sister softly back, knowing her sister wouldnât like that option- the fact that Ally might one day willingly give up her powers. But, Ally, love her sister with all her might, didnât care. She loved being a witch, she did. She loved her powers almost as much as she loved to steal. But, what Ally had learned, the realization that had been forced upon her the second that man had put his hands on her, was that what Ally cared about more than being a witch, was being someone who survived. Ally wasnât like her sister. She loved magic, but had never cared to be mortal. She had become power hungry and selfish with age. And whether she stayed with Cain or not, whether they could make it work, didnât change that. âI know what it entails, Ava. But Iâm not the type of person whose going to sit around getting old while the person Iâm with stays young. Call me selfish, all you want. But, itâs just not me.â Ally glared over at her sister at the comment. âDonât make me ground you, Kiddo.â Ally glanced over to the little glass figure in Avaâs hand and gave her a nonchalant shrug. âOf course. I got your back little sis. You know that. Always.â
