just a couple of wayward protectors is all {Tristian}

[Cal Karnstein]

All of it? That would've been flirty from someone who wanted to grab some boob. From this guy, Cal almost had to wonder. He was smooth, comfortable and all that, but he was almost casually sliding into what Cal almost thought felt like "cop mode." Like he was going to be your buddy and start interrogating you. Well, he'd been pretty chill so far, and he wasn't asking anything that Cal wanted to hide...

...whatever that would happen to be.

"Maybe?" she said, shrugging. "Not being coy there, Anti-Knight. My parents were a vampire and an ice queen, so they weren't, like, Dracula or something like that." She paused. "Which I think kinda makes me the other vampire's kid? Were there more than one?" she tilted her head, then shrugged. "One mom is the one behind that song that's still everywhere. Y'know, let it gooo, let it goo~," she took a sip. "Which, by the way, she sings every time she gets drunk. Which I swear is what Vamp-Mom does at like every major celebration."

[Tristian]

“I know that song,” he said trying not to sound too excited about it, “I did it last Christmas at…Karaoke… that’s a great song.”

He took another sip of the hot chocolate as he mulled over what the other girl was saying. So she was the product of two women, interesting, and a vampire and a ‘snow queen’ at that. Placing the mug down on the table she said, “You know, you really ought to talk to my little half-sister, her father’s are a king and a wizard, not quite the same I know but seems the two of you might have a lot to talk about.”

Leaning back in the chair he smiled and said, “so, did your mothers send you here? Or was it your idea to come?”