Chapter 40

Alina:  “I just called you bipolar.” He laughed humourlessly. “Why can I never control myself around you?” “I didn’t want to feel anything towards you,” I started talking through all the overwhelming emotions playing through my mind even while feeling a fresh wave of tears prick my eyes, “but I...” I felt this pull between us. It was a lot stronger than I wanted to, and I was done fighting it. “I know.” He finally pulled away from our embrace, only to lift my right hand in his and trace the thin, almost invisible white lines on my wrist. The marks from the blade had disappeared over time, but very thin, white lines still remained. It was a long time ago though, right after Papa got diagnosed. I hadn’t exactly been mentally stable and cutting had given me a way out, the pain making me forget everything else. But I stopped when Papa came back home. He needed me to be strong. I needed me to be strong for him. My eyes widened at the sudden realisation. “Vampire blood heals.” “A drop or two