Vlad’s POV
I found a stream and tried to wash the wounds on my face as best I could. Unfortunately, the sun had already set, and if I didn’t get back soon, my father would give me another beating, worse than the one I was cleaning up from now. My father wasn’t an easy man and didn’t like it when I stepped in between him and my sisters when he was determined to discipline them. I was nineteen and their big brother. I was supposed to look out for them.
We were constantly moving around, never staying in one place for more than a few months. I yearned to stay in one place for more than a season, but the leader of our tribe kept us moving. Romani gypsies tended to stick with their own, and we didn’t trust outsiders. I think that was part of the reason we moved around as much as we did.
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