It’s been days since Xavier told me his mother is back, he hasn’t said anything about it again, and I don’t dare ask. He will when he’s ready.
I’ve been staying at his apartment since, we both leave for work and come back here like it’s the most natural thing, I love it so much.
I watch Xavier’s sleeping frame with a frown on his face, I keep thinking about his mother, what kind of woman is she? The first woman to ever break his heart, thinking about all he went through when she left makes my blood boil.
I hear my phone ringing and I pick it up
“ Silas,” I am sure he wants to know how I am doing but surprisingly I feel good, stronger even, just thirsty. Members of my coven have been very supportive when it comes to my feeding, they even share how they keep their bloodthirst in control
