9
I cast a furtive look up at Eric as we passed by one of those lampposts. His handsome face was impassive, but with a twinkle in those eyes and the corners of his lips turned up in a smile. I couldn’t help but be drawn to such an enigmatic man, so old even ancient vampires remembered him in their early years.
That brought to mind a question. “So how old are you exactly?”
I regretted asking it the moment some of his good humor fled. He turned his face slightly away from me. “Some would call me very old.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Some humans or some vampires?”
“Both.”
“And you’ve been hunting for these roots ever since Vanar found you?”
There was a tension in his voice that squeezed my heart. “Yes.”
“Alone?”
“Always.”
There was such weariness in that single word that I felt it
