Good ol' dad
Dimitri POV
The bed was perfectly comfortable. A huge upgrade from Stacy's bed or the hotel I had holed up in this last time. Although her bed—goddamn it! This sinking feeling rose in my throat. Guilt riddled my every waking moment; nothing would allow it to diminish. Knowing my vampyre father was more human than me was disturbing.
But he's a fucking monster—he eats people and kills children!
I guess I didn't entirely feel that way anymore. Even against my best judgement, I warmed up to him a bit during our last conversation. If I wasn't completely off base, he did as well. This—man—had nothing to do with my upbringing, but I saw so much of myself in him.
The way he starves himself…
