Diana's Hound: Bloodhounds, book 4 (2013)
“Sleep—or Diana’s blood.
Nate had never been less certain of what, exactly, he was and had never cared so little about the possible answers. He felt young, vigorous and alive, truly at home in his own skin for the first time since he’d been spirited away to the Deadlands as an old man.
The reflection staring back at him from the polished full-length mirror in their suite’s dressing room belonged to a man he’d never been. Oh, the face was his—square jawed and capable of a cold sort of handsomeness—but missing were so many tokens of an arrogant, preoccupied scholar. No spectacles sliding down his nose, no furrow etched between his brows, no slouched shoulders or painful back, courtesy of the countless nights spent hunched over a workroom table, squinting at notes.
He looked like the best version of himself he could have imagined, hale and healthy, with only the scholar’s pallor remaining. That, he had no doubt, was a good thing—as long as he wanted to pass for a vampire.
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