Caller of Crows: An MM Vampire Romance (Rubyville Vampires Book 1) by Silvana Falcon

Author:Silvana Falcon [Falcon, Silvana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-10-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Sven didn't want to be alone.

He knew he should be. His emotions were raw, his pain an open wound. After saying goodbye to his mother, he shouldn't be running back to the vampire he'd only approached to save her, but Altair's presence brought him comfort, and the truth was… Sven needed that right now.

Needed it so damn much.

As Altair held him, the last bit of Sven's strength seemed to disappear. He sagged against the vampire, leaning into him for support. He felt drained, so horribly drained.

But he also felt safe, tucked up against the vampire.

Altair made him feel secure, protected.

The way a vampire really should not make him feel.

He drew in a shaky breath, struggling against his emotions, and failed miserably. He couldn't help it. He missed her already.

"Take me home," he whispered.

He wanted to be wrapped up in darkness and silence and Altair.

The vampire seemed to understand that because he gave Sven exactly what he needed. He didn't ask questions or hesitate, merely held Sven close for a moment longer, and then opened the passenger door to his sleek black car.

Sven sat down, numb, allowing the vampire to buckle his seatbelt.

His mother was gone.

He'd never see her again, never laugh with her over dinner or take care of her the way he always had.

He'd spent most of his adult life seeing to it that she was comfortable, that her needs were taken care of. Now that she was gone, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. He had no idea how to function without his mother in his life.

After they began driving, Sven leaned against the window, staring out into the distance but unable to focus. Everything looked blurry. No, everything was blurry. His vision swam and his eyes burned. His body was still shaking, even if he wasn't actively crying. His muscles were tense, his nerves frayed. His stomach clenched painfully every so often as a fresh wave of pain washed over him.

His throat constricted whenever he tried to swallow, and his tongue felt thick, his mouth dry.

And in the middle of his chest, his heart ached, like someone was twisting a knife inside of him.

He wasn't okay, but what scared him the most was that he didn't think he'd be able to be okay again. Not like this. Not after losing his mother.

"You'll heal," the vampire said. "You'll never be quite the same, but you'll heal."

Sven glanced at the vampire, wondering if he really knew or if those were just platitudes meant to make him feel better.

"Your mother's passing is not your fault, Sven."

Sven shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't ready to hear that.

"Your mother—"

"Please stop," Sven said quietly. "I can't…"

He swallowed.

The vampire nodded, and the rest of the ride passed in silence.

Altair must have sensed what Sven truly wanted and needed because when they arrived back at the coven's base, the vampire reached out to take him by the hand. Sven let himself be led downstairs without a word.

Altair didn't say anything either as he climbed into bed with Sven, merely enveloping Sven within the circle of his arms and holding him.

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