Michael watched the little princess in his arms feeding from a pink bottle.

But instead of being filled with milk like human children’s bottles, this one was filled with blood, as befits the vampiric side of her nature.

Her large gray eyes, just like her father’s, stared at him intently while her tiny feet kicked and her chubby hands gripped the bottle tightly.

Everything about her was perfect.

His baby, who had been so difficult for his mate to bring safely into the world, almost felt like a miracle. At one point, he thought he might have to sacrifice her to save Nagy.

"I never imagined I could be a father, that a small life could come from me… from us," Amath said, gazing lovingly at his daughter through Michael’s eyes.

"It’s all thanks to her. She never gave up. She fought to the very end for our daughter," Michael replied, guilt-ridden over the decisions he had made back then.

But the desperation of watching Nagy suffer and being powerless to help her, the agony of almost losing h