Last Vampire.
He had been doing this for days—crying, getting angry, self-pitying.
"I refuse... I wish she would believe me; I've asked the gods to make her believe."
"To the gods?" Fox asked as he rushed to a desk and sat beside him. Elijah nodded, wiping his tears with the edge of his gray hoodie, the one Melia often wore after being in it. Her scent was embedded in it, and Elijah used it mainly to still feel her presence, although it wasn't the same anymore. A lovesick Pelinieve was worse than Lother and Oasis combined. "Now I understand why nothing is getting better," he said. Elijah didn't understand his comment, and it showed on his face. "Melia told me once that you don't pray to just any god but t