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vampirism itself may be possible as well, if the immune response to living blood entering the circulatory system could be suppressed. Both were significant areas of interest to Quentin and were how he spent the majority of his time.
    But it wasn’t all he enjoyed in the world. Quentin loved to challenge himself in any way possible. He was determined to learn everything there was to know about medicine and then some. He had to set goals and challenges in order to avoid going insane, and pushing himself beyond his own limits was how he avoided the monotony of forever. Eternity was far easier for those who lived outwardly. It was something completely different for him. Quentin was an introvert. Not shy or fearful of people in the least, but he rarely felt the need to fill silence with chatter. He lived primarily in his mind, and the world was something he enjoyed observing with a scientist’s perception. Ember had helped him understand that facet of his personality a great deal since he’d met her, and he knew now it boiled down to an excessive need to control his world.
    And it was this personality so few understood that was without doubt the catalyst for choosing a life of celibacy nearly twenty years ago. Not that he’d ever had a problem finding sex—that was the easy part—in fact, it was likely safer to say sex always found him. Finding someone who understood him, connected to him, and didn’t bore the hell out of him within the first five minutes was something entirely different. Cutting himself off from physical intimacy was part challenge, part experiment. He wanted to see if he could do it. But he also wanted to see what would happen to him if he did. When you had forever to fuck around, or stop fucking around for that matter, such a thing as losing sex for a few decades lost its significance.
    But it was more difficult than he’d anticipated. He was perhaps a bit naïve to think he wouldn’t miss sex simply because he enjoyed his solitude. It was a basic premise to go on. Where others felt the need to congregate, he felt a strong pull to withdraw and contemplate. It was just who he was. But it didn’t translate to sex in the way he thought it might. He missed it more than he cared to admit, but he’d pushed himself further and further, one year to the next. He wasn’t sure when he’d give up the challenge, but it was now year nineteen, and he’d just taken on his biggest challenge yet, saddling himself with an exceptionally beautiful woman who happened to be off limits. Again, part challenge, part experiment.
    It wasn’t a game to him though, nothing ever was; he’d never been a trivial man, and if he embarked on a challenge, it was always worth his time. He really did want to help her. He didn’t know if he could, but after finding her in the corridor, he’d not shaken the image of her after all these months. His intentions were noble, but there was no denying, it would be difficult. It might prove his greatest challenge yet … for more reasons than one. She was the type of beautiful that left most men unwilling and unwanting to see the real person inside of her. It was hard to look past her exterior and see there was more there, and he did not want to be one of those men. It was the last thing she needed.
    He stared at the night sky above the old courtyard as his mind wandered, and the music floated out from his residence soothingly. The clouds were thick over the city, but the moon was large and bright, peaking through a small break in the coverage and illuminating the texture and fullness of the clouds. They looked like they might burst forth rain at any moment, and the distant rumble of thunder was calming to his somewhat innervated mind.
    He heard her approach and the deep, slow inhalation of breath before she let it go in a calming sigh. He didn’t turn immediately but stayed on the balcony. He could smell the subtle scent of soap; she’d obviously heeded his advice of taking a shower, and