Whatever gave people the idea that vampires were any different from them? Other than their dietary habits, vampires were very similar to humans. No one was sure how they deviated when they evolved. They weren’t cursed as far as he knew—other than they were cursed with longevity and living alone until they could find a vampire or human that was compatible with them in every way. Human’s could love and breed with anyone who was human. A vampire, while able to breed, on occasion, with humans who weren’t their mates, they couldn’t make a life with a human they could completely control. While Hunter was sure it would be fun for a while, after a bit it would get boring to have a mate who would do one’s bidding without a fight. He didn’t want that. He’d never wanted that. He wanted a mate he could talk to, one he could make love with that he wouldn’t have to force compliance or wipe their memory. That alone was why he’d been alone so many long years. Hunter had tried living the lie once.
