Tristan

Tristan

Despite the harsh Siberian weather, sweat runs down my forehead from the effort of breaking the logs for the fireplace. I stop just for one moment and look at the house in which my daughter sleeps peacefully. An ache starts in my heart. Everything I do is for her.

The door of the house opens, and Katherine steps out, a scowl on her face. “How long until you finish? My ass is freezing!”

Zeke follows her. “I offered to keep you warm, but you keep refusing me.”

Katherine rolls her eyes. “I am not that desperate as to sleep with a vampire.”

I break another log. “Could you keep it down? Sky is sleeping!” I hiss at them.

“I could keep Katherine in my bed all day long, but she is one stubborn she-wolf!” Zeke groans. Then to Katherine, he says, “And what is so wrong with sleeping with me? You fucked vampires before.”

Katherine huffs. “Only because I was forced. Now, I have no desire to sleep with a bloodsucker.”

I roll my eyes. “It so happens that the bloodsuckers keep you warm and pu