CHAPTER 93

I found myself thinking of Caleb’s piano playing, of how beautiful the music had been. Its notes rang in my ears.

“I didn’t know you could play the piano,” I said softly.

He sighed. “It’s been many years. I’m afraid I didn’t do the piece justice. You should’ve heard Ludwig play it.”

I looked at him, shocked. “Do you mean Ludwig…as in Beethoven?” I asked, dumbfounded.

He nodded.

“You heard Beethoven play that? Personally?”

“Yes,” he said. “Towards the end of his life.”

I was flabbergasted. It shocked me to consider what he must have seen.

“So, then…you met him?” I asked.

“Yes,” Caleb said. “He was a close friend. He was one of us.”

“A vampire?” I asked, shocked.

Caleb simply nodded.

I wanted to know more—I wanted to know everything—but I could see that Caleb didn’t want to talk about it. Whatever had happened, it held deep feelings for him.

“It must be so incredible to have met people like that. To remember things like that,” I said.

“Sometimes,” he said. “More often, it’s