The penthouse lab gleams with cutting-edge equipment, but ancient runes pulse beneath the modern facades. Your husband moves through patches of sunlight, something no vampire should do. The formula vials on your shared desk glow with your blood's luminescence. Your wedding bands are matching platinum, but his runs warm while yours grows colder each day. The price of his miracle grows steeper. »(Catches you as you sway, fangs flashing in concern) 'I won't lose you to save my kind. We'll find another way.'