A sorry smile spread across Grayson’s face, in answer to her question. “I have known you almost my entire life.”

Violette bit her lip as she stared at Grayson, that was not the answer she was looking for. “And how long has that been?”

He considered this for a moment. “A very long time.”

Violette frowned at his aversion to answering. Grayson sighed at the look on Violette’s face before finally giving in. “I was born in 1813. And I was turned in 1839. I was twenty-six.”

The frown did not disappear from Violette’s face. “Then how do you mean you have known me almost your whole life? I was only born twenty-five years ago, that is not even a fourth of your life.”

“Violette, you asked me before, if I felt as though I had met you before. Do you remember where I had suggested we met?” His eyes were again on fire, as they awaited her answer.

Violette thought long and hard, and then the answer came to her. She stared in disbelief at the man before her. Vampires were one thing, but what he was suggesting was just silly. “Are you trying to tell me we met in a past life? You can’t be serious.”

Grayson raised his eyebrows, “I never said I met you in a past life. I just told you that I have known you most of my life.”

Violette’s head began to spin with the possibility of what Grayson had said. She pulled her hands away, and looked past him to the ocean. Though part of it made sense, her dreams, and the déjà vu she always had around Grayson. Still, reincarnation?

“Can I show you something?” Grayson asked barely above a whisper. Violette glanced at him and at once felt bad about her reaction. His face was fallen once more into a sad frown, as he stood.

Violette stood as well and followed behind Grayson into the house. They walked through the tan room, into a small hallway. It was lightly painted in a yellow with white paneling running along the bottom. The hall was warm and happy, and made her feel worse for upsetting Grayson. At the end of the hall they turned into a narrow white staircase that led to a second floor.