The vampire rested a gentle hand on his shoulder. “The problem with clever people is they think everything must be clever. The binding works on the soul, Balthazar.” He shrugged. “I’m a vampire. I don’t have one.” “But if the binding doesn’t affect you…” Balthazar groped for the words like a blind man for the privy. “Then … you … chose to come here?” “When one reaches my age…” The baron gave him a parting pat. “One needs something to do with one’s time.”
