It would be a privilege and a gift to release his only son.
But the worst thing that Eph had imagined—Zack’s return as a vampire seeking his father’s soul—turned out not to be the worst thing at all.
No.
The worst thing was—Zack never came.
The worst thing was the gradual realization that Eph’s vigilance would have no end. That his pain would find no release.
The Night Eternal had begun.