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I snorted. “Neither do I.”

“Choices are never easy. I’ve had to make many difficult decisions over the years.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“This is your confession, Miss Fallon. Not mine.”

“Please tell me. You’re not a priest, remember? You’re just playing one on TV.”

His soft laugh lightened something in my chest. “All right, if it will help. The hardest choice I ever had to make was the one to give myself to God. It meant leaving a family I loved, as well as a lass I cared for and could have married if not for my calling. It left a wound I never fully recovered from. Not even after I took my vows.”

Irrational jealousy spiked through me. The woman was long since dead, and here I was, ready to claw her eyes out. “How long have you been a vampire, Caleb?”

“March 14, 1941. The day I took my place as pastor of my very own parish.”

“How old were you?”

“Thirty-eight.”