Chapter 33

“Good. When you’re done here, there will be something warm to eat on the table, okay?”

He bit his lower lip, showing me a fang.

“Okay, thank you. Again.”

I nodded my head, because I couldn’t articulate anything else.

Ivan didn’t have to promise me anything, because it was more than obvious that he was willing to do anything to protect his children, and I never doubted that. But hearing it from his mouth helped me feel a little calmer, and to be able to organize my altered thoughts.

For now, it may seem that I am limiting myself to recounting what I did in those days between sleeping and eating, but I am sure that is not the case.

That is to say, in the daily life of all these acts that at first glance were so routine and boring, I felt that something great was added to every second of my “ordinary” life. Part of that was what it was about: I was trying to see everything openly and with my mind on the goal (not to lose my sanity, not to be hurt aga