text: You’re worrying too much, Portia.
text: Is that a wrinkle? Breathe, Port. I packed a few dresses and shorts and heels.
text: I’m faster than you, Portia Bainbridge
text: I don’t wear shorts.
text: Yes, Portia. I packed two or three pairs of jeans and a few shirts.
text: As in weapons and a book or two? Yes.
And so are you. Really,Mere? You can’t kill your own kind. Let me do that job since it’s basically in my nature.
Thanks for reminding me. *sarcastic*

If you destroy her,you’ll end up in jail. Besides, she is not worth it. I rather bite her and watch her die painfully then you only driving a simple stake through her heart.
She’s a vampire, Serena. Damn, fine!
