Chapter 11: Come Sail AwayMondragon
Alexandru Mondragon thoughtfully observed his nephew as Adam eased Tyrell down onto his bed.
My sabor.
My vampyre.
This was not supposed to happen.
Adam stroked Tyrell’s thick black hair back off his forehead. The expression on Adam’s face was…tender.
When he’d placed the infant in Adam’s arms more than eighteen years before and instructed the younger vampyre to guard the child, he’d had no idea this would be…could be…the outcome.
In all the millennia that vampyres and sabors had existed in close proximity, there had never been a sabor who hadn’t loved the vampyres who’d come to him or her. And yet Tyrell Small had turned away at least five of them. Even Mondragon himself Tyrell merely tolerated.
Could this be due to his combined bloodlines?
It
