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Serena paced the front of the living room. “You are not a vampire. Vampires don’t exist, except for those poor deluded souls who get fang implants and run around in capes.” She glanced at the cape draped over a chair, and then at the man lounging on her sofa.

Griffin smiled patiently as he slowly rotated the rain stick she kept on the end table. Inside the stick, dried seeds plinked as they tumbled from one end to the other.

“You may think you’re immortal—”

“I doubt seriously I’m immortal,” he said.

“Oh? I thought—”

“Yes, yes,” he said, waving off the rest of her statement. “I hear that one all the time. And you probably think I turn into a bat.”

She stopped pacing. “I don’t think you turn into a bat. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out you think you do.”

He sighed and rose slowly. “No, I don’t turn into a bat, and I’m not immortal, but I am a soulless creature of the night.”