Amy
Amy throws Donovon a confused look. The answer to that particular question, is, of course, as far away as I reasonably could. The guy is creepy.
"I saw him the night I was embraced, at the Primogen table" Amy shakes her head "And that's it, I never spoke to him"
She frowns. "You mean that he did something to me?" Perfect, just perfect. Why can't those hundreds-years-old perverts leave her the hell alone, instead of toying with her? "Why me, I didn't even frigging LOOK at him!"