"Not likely, he says, when a vampire and a werewolf are standing in the middle of Fae territory, talking about their problems without killing each other. I think we're beyond what's likely here. I had a memory I didn't recognize as well. I don't know if it's true but everyone who was there? Tells me it is."

"Monsters don't deserve love," he begins, probably sounding cruel, but his tone is resolute. "But they get it whether they think they're deserving or not. I told myself for the longest time that life was fleeting and nothing in it was worth living for — until I met her." In short, he gets it. The idea of hurting someone who means that much to him churns his stomach to the point where he can almost taste it.

"Then change it. Be better than the person you saw there and don't let her go." God, the idea that he's having a heart to heart with a vampire of all things is surprising as hell. This isn't a friendship, just an understanding between two men who know what it is to lose that little bit of light in their lives.