Chapter 11
“Where have you been?” Terrill exclaimed. “Everyone thinks you’re dead.”
“Good,” Michael said. “Just as I wanted.”
They stood in the middle of the homeless men’s hideaway and stared at each other.
Again, Michael held out his arms, and this time Terrill hugged him. “You left me alone for a long time,” he said into his Maker’s shoulder. “None of the other vampires had the slightest notion of what I was trying to do.”
Michael let him go and stepped back. “What did you expect? None of them have the experience we have. Most of them won’t feel what we feel for a thousand years yet.”
“Horsham never did,” Terrill said quietly.
“That was disappointing, I admit,” Michael said. “It’s not just about age, apparently.” He sat down in one of the wicker chairs and looked around. “So this
