Sebastian POV
“Yes, uncle,” I clenched my fist, holding the phone to my ear. This is the sixth phone call today that I have received, just from him, demanding to know when his guard would be back with his other men and what he deemed was his share of our “blood stock”.
It makes me laugh. It really is his share, and he will be getting it soon enough. They will receive all the changed blood they could ever need, though if our plans go right, they may never truly need it again.
“If you received my man, why have I not heard back from him as of yet?” Uncle seethes, asking the same questions over and over again.
“He is assessing the stock you keep insisting upon, and because of the special way we treat the humans whom we regularly harvest the blood of that we send to you, there is no regu
