Shadow Mountain vampires will never hurt you

Me, too, he replied—and even that was a lie.

He'd grown up in the valleys and deserts, had found himself in the lowlands. The mountains were a completely new beast to him, and he'd cast them aside completely if they didn't offer the chance of starting over.

Nowhere else to go, he reasoned, without anything cryptic in his tone. He stepped back to let her drink, instead observing the way the water burst from the mountain.

Like magic, seemingly. But he was loath to believe in that sort of thing.