He awakens every animal instinct with purely human blood, matches her in strength and darkness...he thrills her because he's the impossible thing she never thought she'd find: her perfect match.

She'd probably forget the date, but four off-key renditions of "Happy Birthday" via cell phone and a Hallmark card with a twenty dollar bill from her Paw Paw remind her yet again that she really should be grateful to be alive.

Sex is good with him, but the same as it always is...it's the part that comes after which is different, the lazy pile of skin and heat and sweat that reminds her that he isn't the same as other men or even others of The Folk: he's more, and in that he just might be enough.