Four
My daughter is a vampire. And here was me thinking that here constant shifting was a problem.
“Maybe it was a mistake?” Finn suggests.
Instead of an answer, I cuddle closer to him. We’re back home, on the sofa, all of us. Ruby is sleeping peacefully in her crib. I think she’s not slept this well since she was born. Guess we know now what she was craving. My milk wasn’t enough for her. Now she also wants my blood.
“No, it looked like she was enjoying it,” Torben says, his arm locked around my shoulders. He’s been seeking my touch ever since we got home. It’s almost as if he’s scared.
He’s not the only one. I’m scared more than ever. Not because I’m afraid of my daughter, but because I’m worried about her. What does it mean for her that she craves blood? Is she some kind of bloodth
