The admission surprised him. Most day walkers kept their existence quiet, often even among their own kind. Being able to walk in the sun caused hatred and jealousy in those who couldn't.
So he had no reason to keep her. Not truly. He sure as hell wasn't going to hurt her. No matter what her kind thought of him, the day he learned that Angela had been turned into one, his views of vampires had changed as well.
Like a switch flipping, his entire world had shifted. Suddenly he hadn't thought of vampires as soulless monsters anymore. Not when the woman he loved had become one.
Unfortunately, she'd run from him before he could tell her that their differences didn't matter. That he didn't care what she'd become.
He didn't know for certain that's why she'd left, but it was better than the idea she'd run off with a vamp over him. A little over fifty years ago he'd hunted her to Alaska but then he'd lost the trail.
