She looks at the window, the first thin edge of light. “Then don’t.” “I must,” he says. “I am a thing of darkness.” She props her head up on one hand. “Will you vanish with the sun?” “I will simply go where it is dark again.” Addie rises, goes to the window, and draws the curtains closed, plunging the room back into lightless black. “There,” she says, feeling her way back to him. “Now it is dark again.” Luc laughs, a soft, beautiful sound, and pulls her down into the bed.
