He couldn’t stand the thought of her hating him, for eternity, and he certainly couldn’t follow through with his plan, no matter how much he wanted to give up and die. He had a responsibility to Ambrosia now, whether she ever spoke to him again or not. It would be cowardice to commit suicide, leaving her to fend for herself with her new immortality. She was already alone, but to start out with nothing, with no one at her side when she had to face the world as a vampire, he couldn’t even consider this. “Desmond, open the door.” Aldon. Desmond dragged himself across the room and let him in. “I knew I was wrong. I didn’t have the right—” “Everything is going to be okay now.” Aldon smiled. “How could you say that? She hates me.” He walked back toward the ocean, wishing he could lose himself in its eternal depths. “I wouldn’t exactly say that.” He spun around in shock. “Ambrosia?” Her figure cloaked by an overcoat, only her silky hair and stunning face were in view, but they were more than enough.
