𝙉𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙞... †

The door opened just half a second before I pushed it hard. I didn't need an invitation… not if it was for him.

I found you.

My son.

My damn son.

I was in your arms, clinging to your neck like you were my mother. I was cold, my heart was beating too fast, and the scent of me mixed with yours hit me in the chest like a damn revelation.

—You… —my voice broke between my fangs, deep, hoarse, closer to a roar than speech—. Where did you find it?

I want to rip the answers out of you with my teeth, but something about you stops me. That look... you protected him. You covered him with your body when I burst in. Are you stupid or brave?

Maybe both. Maybe that's why I didn't kill you the moment I opened the door.

My son clings to you. And you... you don't seem to have any idea who I really am. Or maybe you do. Because you don't look at me like a victim. You look at me like you know I can destroy you.

But I won't.

Because he loves you. Because you saved him.

And because, fuck... I should never have liked you so much with someone else's blood on your shirt and a baby vampire trembling in your arms.