Colin snorted softly at that. They did when they were vampires. He wished he'd never left that note. It was better for them to think he was dead. Okay, so he was dead and that was the point.
So yeah, he was a dead and somewhere and it didn't change anything. Except the more he visited, the more it seemed his life wasn't the only one destroyed that day.
He didn't know who he hated more for that. God or Anders. And now the old bastard was cackling in his head at him. He closed his head, gritting his teeth.
Oh yeah, the other reason he'd avoided letting her see him. He was fucking nuts. That couldn't be got around.