"It's not as difficult as you make it seem."

You look up at her from your spot on the ground. You're sitting with your legs crossed, holding a glass in one hand and a ceramic vase in the other. Tanya is standing there with that damned smirk of hers.

Both of them shatter. Again.

She's been trying to help you get your newfound strength under control, but you haven't been able to manage it.

It's been only a few weeks since you 'turned,' and the so-called newborn phase is absolutely dreadful. Your senses are too heightened—even for a vampire, and the mood swings are giving Tanya a hypothetical migraine.

At your frustrated growl, Tanya sighs and helps you stand, pulling you to her chest and running her fingers through your hair.

"It's alright, miláčik. You just need practice." She couldn't deny how cute you looked with a pout.