Zora
Present
I sat staring at Valentin for a moment when he finished. I sniffled slightly, unaware I was crying. My hand came up to wipe my tears from my cheeks.
“Wow,” was all I could think so say.
“Yeah,” Valentin murmured. He shifted slightly where he was sitting. He seemed to have become more disheveled as he told the story. His hair was a mess by the end, tie completely off and discarded. I could tell he didn’t want to recount it. But I was grateful he did.
“So, my aunt,” I said, gently. “She was…?”
“Gone, yes,” Valentin replied. “She’d been drained by Renatus.”
I hummed. “And my father?”
“I don’t know,” Valentin said. “One day after the war, your mother had come to me. She told me that she was with child. I asked her with whom and she told me it was during a celebration. She
