★Noah★
I watched Anastasia closely. I tried to search for any signs of resentment and or anger. Anything that might tell me how she truly felt. But Anastasia was unreadable. Her expression was set, her lips pressed together in silent concentration. I wanted to ask her outright. I wanted to know if she hated me. If she blamed me. But I wasn’t ready for the answer. So, instead, I focused on what I could do. And I could teach her everything she needed to know about being a vampire. I could teach her how to control what she had become.
“Being a vampire isn’t just about bloodlust,” I said as I stepped toward her. I had led her outside so that she didn’t hurt herself inside. We may have some amazing healing abilities, but we still feel pain. “There is more to it than that. More than hunger. M
