Tristan's POV.
There have to be a light in the life of every dark person. Without that light present in their life, the person could sway away to the path where they felt nothing and cared for nothing.
A vampire caring for nothing had to be put down, for it was a very dangerous thing.
He cared about someone.
Tristan cared about his Genevieve, his beloved was sleeping beside him peacefully in just a chemise.
A slim cloth made of the finest silk in the world, something he knew she was trying to excite him with. However, he refrained.
Genevieve was a woman of God who is always taught to get out of herself only when it was after she was married. As much as she wanted to do it, he always found one way to turn away, even though it was the hardest shit he had ever done.
It has to be special for her and it would never be as special as it was to be the first time on their wedding night.
It was only a week away and he could abstain.
