The moment she burst into her apartment, she was on the phone. Shaking and half-way to tears already, by the time Marcus' message machine beeped, she was ready to implode.

"I fucked it up -- I fucked it all up, Marcus. I didn't know who she was, the blonde vampire who looks seven who by the way? Fucking rots. Yeah, but you probably already knew that, right? And I didn't know that you told the bitch, your 'stabbing right hand' or some shit, to hurt Mia. You know Mia, right? Well, I don't. Not well. I've met her like, once. But she's nice, and I was only trying to help. And if you or Ash ever told me jack or shit about fucking anything, then I wouldn't have opened up my big goddam mouth to try and defend Mia. Or to try and tell the little blonde vampire that you would never order her to hurt someone. Because that's not you, Marcus. Is it? And I just happened to defend your morality in front of another fucking vampire, some guy named Roman who, hey. He just wanted to help Mia, too. And now Absynthe said I'm not going to be your servant because I'm too fucking stupid to think of protecting myself and you, and it's true! What am I doing? I'll tell you what I'm doing, Marcus. I am fucking it all up!"

She was crying by that time, hating him and hating herself, and anyone else. Taking a deep breath, she offered a shaking, "I'm sorry." Before she hung up the phone. She was the weak link. But keeping her in ignorance seemed to be doing a hell of a lot more harm than good.