Brittany's POV

“Dad… Dad… Daddy!” Theodore’s voice is a soft hiss, urgent and persistent, right in Alexander’s face on the edge of the bed. His small body is pressed close, desperate for attention even before the sun has fully risen.

I glance at the clock on the bedside table. Five o’clock in the morning. Alexander has been out patrolling until just a few hours ago—like clockwork, night after night since he returned from the vampire coven. Since the ...