Sienna’s POV:

My eyes

widened as I entered the living room. There, standing in the middle of it all, was a man I hadn’t seen in over a decade. My father. The sight of him was an unwee shock. Even if Vampires aged slowly. He looked older. With white streaks in his hair. Even so, he stood as tall and proud as ever.

He turned to face me as though sensing my presence. His red eyes zing, as he looked at me up and down, his gaze scrutinizing. “So… you really went to university? Aren’t you back itoo /iearly?” He questioned, his voice

low.

I clutched my phone inside my pocket, my knuckles white with the effort, as I leveled a look at him, my face nk. “I wasn’t feeling well,” I said, my voice quiet. I turned to walk up the stairs. “Anna isn’t home yet.” The words were dismissive thing, a clear signal that I had nothing more to say ito /ihim.

“I’m here to see you actually.” He said. The words stopped me dead in my tracks. I stiffened, my head snapping back to him. I frowned, a deep, puzzled crease forming between my brows. “Why?” Why was he here to see me? He’d nevere to see me particrly before. Our rtionship, if you could even call it that, was a cold, distant thing, a formality that we both went through to keep up appearances.

“Who is it?” He asked, his gaze trailing from my shoes, up my ck jeans and hoodie, ito /imy face.

My frown deepened, a frustrated, angry thing. “What are you talking about?” The words were a sharp, cutting dei, /iia /iclear sign that I wasn’t going to y his little games.

He walked forward. I felt something in my gut churn. A low, unpleasant feeling that was half–sickness and half–fear. I felt sick for some reason whenever he was nearby. I didn’t like it. Not one bit. His presence, his power, it all felt like a suffocating, overwhelming thing.

“Whose blood did you drink, Sienna? That made you like this?” He questioned again, his voice low, but something burned in his gaze. I stiffened. My eyes narrowed. “How did you know?”

Heughed then, mockery in his tone. “I’m your father. I know everything about you. And you are practically dripping in his scent.” The words were a lie. At least the first bit was. He knew nothing about me.

I couldn’t help the scoff that escaped me either, ignoring thest part of his statement, I spoke. “Oh, really? I was starting to doubt it. You know, since you didn’t bother showing up for the past decade.” I sneered. He seemed to get startled at that, his gaze turning t, his lips a thin, straight line.

“You didn’t seem like you needed me.” He said, as if I were the one being unreasonable. As if a child could just exist without the need for a parent.

“I don’t need you now either then.” I said with a shrug, not caring anymore. I turned to walk up, but before I could, my father seemed to grab my hand and pull me back. His grip was a steel band, a crushing, painful thing that made my knuckles turn white. I snapped out of my shock in a second and pulled my arm away with a re. “Don’t touch me.” I sneered, the words a low, angry hiss.

The words made him go still. But he didn’t go silent. “Then stay and talk instead of running. No daughter of

mine will act like a coward.”

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I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. “Are you sure I’m even your daughter? We look nothing alike.” I sneered. I looked at him. He truly….looked nothing like me. His eyes zed as he raised his hand. But I blocked him, my own hand, grabbing his arm in a vice grip. I was a vampire, yes, but I was also a werewolf, an abomination. His creation. And unfortunately for him, I was stronger as well, if I used my full strength. “For the record. I don’t give a fuck if you think of me as a coward. If running away makes me a coward then you are the biggest coward in this room!” I sneered. My nails biting into his arm before I let go in disgust.

His eyes widened as he took a step back, a shocked, bewildered look on his face. He couldn’t overpower me. It didn’t matter if he was a vampire, a man, or my father.

Remembering his earlier words, my mind went back to the mossy green eyes. I was back home early, yes, but not that early. I had began strolling around unknowingly. How could I just sit in one ssroom while the world around me had be so colorful? I wanted to go out, to go see. And I had decided to change my clothes before I went out again. Because the scent on them kept reminding me of him. I didn’t want to think about Haider anymore. Not after that look he gave me. A look that was so full of concern and kindness and pity that it made my stomach churn.

I wouldn’t lie. I kind of regretted telling him the truth… only a little, though. Keeping this rtionship going with him would only end up causing me more trouble. He was a good boy. Too good. And I was a monster. I was a walking, breathing danger to him, and he didn’t even know it.

When I saw that Mkai had gone silent and didn’t speak further, I turned, and made my way back to my room. This time he didn’t stop me. He didn’t try to grab me. He didn’t say a word. He just watched me.

I went to my room, walked over to the closet and pulled out a fresh change of clothes. I took a shower, letting the warm water wash away the dirt and grime and the lingering, suffocating scent of my father. I wanted to wipe Haider’s scentpletely off me. But once I was done, I began feeling groggy. My head felt light, my body heavy. My stomach felt strange, like it was hot. I frowned, deciding to take a nap before heading out again.

I had expected to sleep without any dreams. Like usual, I rarely, if ever, dreamed. But this time I did. Not of my childhood, which was the only thing I ever dreamed about. But of him. Haider. On top of me, his lips on mine as he bit into my neck. My eyes shot open, and I pushed up on the bed.

What the hell?

I breathed. What the fucking hell was going on?

He wasn’t a vampire in my dream. He was a human, but what made it ridiculous was that it was a wet dream. A vampire’s most sensitive spot was their neck, just breathing against it caused difort, it was an erogenous zone. No wait, I, me, I had a wet dream? For the first time in my life. After neen years of living.

I frowned when I realized another important fact. I was burning up. A vampire shouldn’t be burning up. My body temperature was always cool. I pushed off the bed and made my way over to my bathroom. I pulled out my medical kit, and a thermometer. I checked my temperature.

Usually, my temperature was thirty–five degrees. I waited for it to beep before I checked the temperature and my stomach dropped. What the hell? Thirty–eight? Was I dying?

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