A breath escaped him, thin and bitter.
"The fates must be mocking me," he whispered. "I spent my whole life running from them…"
His voice cracked, just slightly.
"And you came back to me as one of them?"
His shoulders trembled.
"How could you... do this to me?"
He shook his head slowly.
"No. Impossible. He isn't you."
A pause. "But..."
"…Did you really come back for me?"
His voice dropped to a whisper, raw and fragile.
"Fool."
The door opened slightly.
Iris peeking slightly, froze at the sight before her.
Her father—strong, unyielding, the man who rarely ever cried—was sobbing quietly, shoulders shaking as he sat alone in the room.
Her chest tightened. Did his dad looked like this when his other father died?
Who was that vampire?
