He gulped down on something hard in his throat. “I didn’t realize you saw that. My mind has been cloudy lately.”
“You’re forgetting things?”
“All the time.”
“And now that you’ve remembered, do you still think you can convince me your feelings for me are real?”
“I have to try.”
“I’m listening.” I rolled my eyes rudely. I was only putting up with his nonsense because I was completely trapped. I crossed my arms and waited for him to give me the second piece of evidence.
“I didn’t turn you into a vampire.”
He’d already told me that, so nothing felt new. I let his words ring through the house for a moment and then said coldly, “If you’re not trying to kill me then please don’t bore me to death.”
***
Schroder didn’t disappear the next day. He spent the morning in the basement—painting.
