“Would you be content with so many secrets?"
Merrick looked down, frowning as he pondered the question. "No," he said at length, his thumb still tracing soothing shapes on the back of my hand. "Not if it troubles you so."
"Are you afraid I'll be shocked, Merrick?"
"I suppose we're beyond that."
A bi of hope flickered in my chest and the faint trace of humor in his voice, and I turned my face towards his. "You suppose?" I asked.
"Jesus, I'm a vampire and a sodomite. Who can you trust to hear your sins if not me?”