Holly and Tristan
Three Years Later – Holly’s P.O.V.
The breeze was blissfully cold against my skin, the sunlight a slight tingle that rippled over my exposed arms and shoulders.
Winter was approaching, tainting the air with its crisp scent. No matter how much I ventured outdoors and basked in the sunlight, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough. Even though I burned easily—thank you, Vampire genetics—it was a wonderful taste of freedom that I’d never take for granted.
The shrill screams of children