She slid down to the floor and sighed. “I always knew these things would be my downfall.” I just continued to glare until she started talking. “I will say this: I didn’t lie about what I was doing. I was killed back when the war first began so that I could get up close and personal to the big guys down under.” I tilted my head to the side and she grinned wryly. “Yep. I was killed a few hundred years ago, right at the beginning. My name is Shay. It’s short for NightShade. And the wings, don’t even ask. If I knew I’d consider answering!” she told me in her defense. “No one knows though. I was being studied down i the underworld but you can’t really learn much from the undead.”

We sat there in silence for a little while, neither of us knowing what to say. What do you say when you find out someone’s been killed? “Wait a second!” She looked up in surprise, apparently she didn’t think I’d talk so soon. “Who killed you?”

Shay started to look really uncomfortable but was saved by the opening of the door.