He could feel that anger just beneath the surface, ready to make itself known if he brought up someone Cian cared about again.
Did anyone care about him in that way? Rusty, but he was dead. Julian? No, definitely not. And it was too much to hope that Cian could look at him with that kind of affection now that their bond had worn thin.
Tristian was alone.
"I'm sorry." The young Kindred's words were a whisper as tears rolled under his chin. "Can you stay? I won't ask you to hold me, I just don't want to be on my own tonight."