He was crying.
His sobs weren't obvious, but Annabelle Linton could feel that he was crying.
So he hadn't gone far after all.
For the past week, he had been living in a tiny rental apartment.
It was the same apartment he had stayed in when he came to find her, back when Annabelle Linton had fallen into a two-month coma after having her blood drained for Leona Grant.
Back then, they were both just ordinary students. They had to be frugal and couldn't afford an expensive place, so this was all they could manage.
He had picked Annabelle Linton up from the hospital and taken care of her here for two days before bringing her back to Albion.
It was on one of those afternoons, while she lay in a deep sleep, that he gazed at her pale, sleeping face and finally understood his own heart—he had fallen in love with her.
From then on, there was no turning back.
Years had passed in the blink of an eye, yet nothing had changed...
