Chapter Thirty-Nine

Sorah's POV.

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He can hear my thoughts!

I blush sheepishly and blink my eyes lower. His chuckle comes again and I hear him continue to speak.

"We were peculiarly close when we were younger. Even though it's strange for us Vampires to display the slightest of affection."

I lift my gaze slowly, the blush fading from my face and sheer curiosity taking over as I adjust my position to face him with interest.

"I can't bring myself to picture that irrational man as a good kid," I express honestly and pout. "He despises attachments."

This is all from firsthand experience. But Dyrean gives me a subtle look that harmlessly tells me Andreas was indeed the otherwise. I flush deeply and he lowers his eyes to his slumbering son, weaving his long thin fingers through the boy's maroon short hair.

"You must know my kind is deficient in empathy. But there was a sole exception," He says calmly with what I recognize to be a doting expression on his face. "Our mother defied that norm and raised us with af