The idea of a vantage point suggested an intentionality that Sam was dangerously close to losing. Her life here was so monotonous and pointless that she sometimes felt even her strongest logic slipping between her fingers like some from a snuffed out candle.

But she'd take it as a compliment.

Swinging her legs over the branch, she dropped down to the ground, landing in a soft crouch that jarred her joints in a way it never would have, if she'd still been a vampire. Or even a dhampir, for that matter.

It was the little things that were weird.

"Not much to see today," she said, shrugging one shoulder.