Nash
I was sitting at the dining table with Rose and Matthias. We had finished a steak dinner (with a black and blue rare steak for Matthias, along with a goblet of suspiciously viscous red wine. Louis and Daphne had then excused themselves, saying they wanted to give me time alone to get to know my sister.
That was all good and fine, except the vampire refused to leave the two of us alone. I might have been offended, but I had a brand-new understanding of the protective instincts of a mate.
“A Dhampir?” I blurted out the unfamiliar word.
Rose nodded her head enthusiastically. “That’s what they call them… the offspring of a vampire and a human. Matthias was born of a human mother too, but with all the traits and characteristics of a vampire. My children are also Dhampirs. My da
