"So, you aren't dead?" He smiled faintly. "No. Just old." "Oh yeah," she muttered, shaking her head. He was born in 1357? The man was ancient. But he looked damned good for ancient, and he wasn't dead, so he presumably still had a soul. An old one, but a soul just the same. Valerie hadn't been to church since her parents had been taken from her, but was still glad she wasn't pissing off the big guy by getting tangled up with some soulless bloodsucker. Surely a bloodsucker with a soul was better than a bloodsucker without one, right?"