Sitting on the ground, his back to the wall, his hands crossed on his knees, Syssoi watched over Kassian. He kept his eyes on the chest of the teenager, which was rising with more regularity now. The time and the approach of the night worked to relieve him. Even though the Insubmissive didn’t fear the light of day, they preferred to live among the darkness. Maybe just because they didn’t look like much anymore. The vampire sighed. He didn’t always appreciate his condition but he wouldn’t have exchanged places with the kid for anything in the world. He remembered the day of his transformation perfectly. An old guy who looked like a p*****t had accosted him in the street, flirting with him without any restraint. Syssoi, convinced of his physical superiority, had not felt in danger. But he wa
