“Is this love, Master?” “Perhaps.” Vlad shook his head and looked back out the window. “It’s terrible. It’s frightening and putrid. It hurts me in my heart when I think about her rejecting me. I despise it so very much. I think I can’t live without it.” Vlad shut his eyes. “Yes. You are in love.” Mordecai grunted. “Damn it.”
