Possessed hearts - стр. 11

– You have to see this! Let's go! Mum, you too! – joyfully exclaimed Misha, and we obediently followed her. It seems that Mariszka even forgot that she wanted to insult me once again.

And why Misha, this girl, loves Mariszka more than me? What's the reason? Why her heart is closer to this dry well-mannered cold blooded girl?

This fact caused me heartache.

– Look! Cédric is so clever! – Misha let go of our hands, and we saw a very interesting picture: Cedric was hanging on the neck of kneeling Markus and unsuccessfully chewing on his neck.

– Such a little boy, and he already knows how to hunt! – Markus told us in a satisfied tone. He was shining with happiness. I knew he was crazy about his son, so whatever Cedric did was wonderful.

– I drink your blood, you wretched mortal! – Cedric shouted pathetically.

This cute scene made me laugh: the boy is growing up to be a true hunter. I doubt he'll be as prim as his mum. Ha, he seems to be much more Morgan than Mroczek. And so much like his father: dark hair, same facial features, same undisguised love of human blood. Mariszka's gonna cry with him. And I'm glad of it.

Cedric Junior was a very sweet and funny child.

– Darling, I told you it's not nice to say such words," Mariszka's voice was immediately heard.

– Come on, Mariszka, your son is a vampire, in case you've forgotten that," I said in defence of little Cedric, who immediately broke away from his amusement and looked at me. I winked at him. – Hello, little one. I see you're ready for a real hunt already?

– Misha? – Cedric said in an unsure baby voice.

– 'No, dear, this is my other sister and your Aunt Maria,' Mariszka explained to him. – 'But Mummy doesn't like it when you play games like that, and your Daddy has apparently forgotten about it.

– Hurrah! Maria! You're here! – Cedric shouted and rushed over to me. I grabbed him in my arms, and he wrapped his thin arms around my neck. – I'm three years old! I'm a big boy!

– Of course, Cedric, you're a big boy, but it's too early for you to play games like this," Mariszka said in an affectionate tone. But she looked as if she was afraid of the fact that Cedric had even spoken to me. As if I could turn him into an exact copy of me. So I gently placed Cedric in her arms. But how unpleasant. Mariszka has a way of ruining the mood. Me.

– But, Mummy! Daddy said it was okay! – Cedric said in a resentful tone.

– Well, you've played a little, and now be a good boy, okay? – Mariszka kissed her son on the top of his head.

– I will! – Cedric hurried to get off his mother's arms, but suddenly turned to me. – Your dress is so beautiful, Maria, so shiny!

– Thank you, baby, I like it and your mum likes it too," I winked at him again, knowing that Mariszka was clearly not happy with her son's words.

Good kid. It would be a shame if Mariszka turned him into a copy of herself. I hope Markus won't let that happen.

– I like your dress too, but it's too short," Misha said to me.

– It's a little shorter than yours, just half a palm," I replied ironically. – Well, it's time to see Daddy. Where is he?

– In the other room with Fredrik and Markus's parents, – Mariszka told me. – I have to go away for a while. Have fun.

And she headed in the direction her son had run off in.