Chapter 40: Nevena
My head was spinning in three hundred different directions.
“That young girl that came to visit you,” I said, my mouth dry. I needed to drink some water. “That was my mother?”
“I knew you smelled familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it at first,” said Baba Roga. “I told you, I’m old. My nose isn’t what it used to be.”
My mother fell in love with a vampire. Just as same as me. And knez Beregov, was my father. As soon as Baba Roga said it, I knew it to be true in my heart. It made sense to me.
And then I remembered Ivan drinking from my blood and dying like that. Were vampires supposed to drink the blood of other vampires? I wasn’t a turned vampire. But a born one. A hybrid. Half-human. Half-vampire.
But the shock had worn off as the realization and the relief that Ivan wasn’t in fact my brother washed over me.
Knez Beregov turned him, that’s why we had the same blood coursing through both of our veins. That’s why I felt that inexplicable pull towards him.