" Do I feel ancient to you now?" he murmered. " Too different from the person you loved before you knew this?" Her eyes were already glowing green, and her full lips parted. " No, you don't feel too ancient." Her voice was husky. " Or too different. You feel like mine. Whoever you were, whoever you are...you're mine." Mencheres smiled, his fangs stretching to their full length. " So you have spoken, so it shall be decreed. For all eternity. "