I pulled my lower lip between my teeth and chewed on it as I thought over his words. "You mean, vampires like Boris?"
Vincent nodded eagerly. "Boris and others. The human trafficking ring that the Durands led us to in Frankfurt was the biggest break we've had in centuries." He held his arms open wide with a great, big fat grin on his face. "Can you imagine the good we could do with you as our inside woman?" He stepped closer to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Think of the innocent people you could save." Leaning forward, he lowered his voice to a whisper. "And all you have to do is say, yes."
I wanted to say yes. I did. In my gut, everything in me was saying wasn't this the very reason I stayed on with the Durands after I found out they were vampires? To make sure they didn't get out of line and kill anyone?
Except that was before I realized they didn't even do that. The guys only ever fed from paid donors or drank from donated blood containers. This would be me using the Durands to turn their friends and fellow vampires into the hunters. To go deeper into the vampire world than I already was.
Not something I could decide lightly.
On one hand, I'd be saving innocent people. On the other hand, I'd have to work with the vampire hunters, and since I would live as long as Antoine, that might be for the rest of my immortal life. Did I really want to spend the rest of my life playing spy? Possibly having to kill other vampires for these assholes?
Then, there was also the prospect of what if they're the bad guys? Sure, they killed Boris and took down that human farm back in Frankfurt, but that didn't mean they let the vampires who didn't prey on the innocent just go. Based on the way all of them had acted about the immortal beings, they obviously hated them with every fiber of their being. They couldn't or wouldn't just let them live their lives in peace.
And who was to say they would keep their word? What if one day they decided that I was too valuable an asset to let stay with the Durands, and then the next thing I know they have Antoine locked up and me out on a leash to make sure I did what they asked?
There were too many variables and not enough time to sift through them. After all, Vincent didn't seem the type of guy who would let me think about it. He'd want an answer now.
Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth to give my answer, but before I could utter a word there was a commotion. It sounded like fighting and then a horde of hunters came pouring into the auditorium.
One of them, a woman with long dark hair, rushed up to Vincent and announced, "President, we have to get you to safety. We're under attack."
"By who?" Vincent asked, far less concerned with the intruders than with my answer.
The woman's eyes swung around to land on me. "The Durands."