Chapter 154

Grozdan's POV

In all my 126 years of 'living', I've felt fear a handful of times, the first time was when I woke up in the middle of the night as a child, no older than 36, and I couldn't find my mother, I looked all over the small cottage we lived in and I couldn't find her, the second time was days later of living alone and a man in a black suit came to take me from our cottage, the next was when I got kidnapped, and every other instance in-between Involved one looming figure

One daunting presence that I could feel slinking around at every turn, watching me with those blood red, cold and unforgiving eyes

"I see" I said trying to muster as much calm into my voice as possible, no wonder Father went all out with my reception, his older brother had come to visit "...Did uncle come for any particular reason?, A visit?, An errand?, A casual stroll maybe?"