He could only imagine how much it hurt for her to hear him talk about Robbie's death. But it was the beginning.
Colin had to laugh at that, shaking his head and looking heavenward. She was acting more like his little sister already. "Yeah, well, they need to add 'Getting randomly attacked by crazy old Nazi vampires' to the smoking hazards on the pack. I don't remember reading that one."
Oh God, was he actually joking about it? Okay, they were both probably crazy.
He shook his head. "I'm fine," he told her. "I don't go out in the day. And not really used to good lighting. But I'm fine. Also, I didn't want you to see me like this." Which was moot, since she'd hugged him, she knew about the pale, cold flesh, and the fangs.