Yulia's POV
After Yin left, I stood alone in my room, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
My son had changed. The boy I'd raised to be cold, practical, focused had been replaced by someone who built libraries for human girls and looked at his contract wife like she hung the moon.
It was pathetic and dangerous at the same time because he was supposed to be a stone cold Warlord who'd never think twice before slithing one's throat.
I picked up my brush and began working through my hair with sharp, angry strokes. That stupid, simpering girl had him so twisted around her finger that he'd actually chosen celibacy.
My son who was supposed vampire with the appetite of his bloodline remaining untouched because of one insignificant human.
This couldn't continue.
