That made Theresa's smile turn rueful, because she remembered that too. Once she'd come to understand that her sire believed he was saving her, she'd developed an intermittent, grudging fondness for him. Yeah, he'd had the emotional maturity of a cantaloupe, but most vampires did. There were times when she'd wanted to make him proud of her. When it got so late that it was early, sometimes she'd miss him.

This was getting uncomfortably human.

"My sire believed he was doing me a favor. Do you regret that you drank?"