Declan
I followed Gregory into my own house, anger simmering just beneath the surface. I hated the changes made around in my compound. The cut grass and the chopped trees.
“See how much better it looks?’’ Gregory raised a brow as he looked at me.
“That tree was over 200 years old. We planted it after we came here.’’
“From running, remember.’’ He pressed, as we stood a distance away from the main house, looking at the compound. “Declan, there comes a time when even the greatest leaders need to retire and let others have the fun for a change. You’re getting old..’’
“Gregory, you and my dad are the same age. I'm 300, you’re close to 500. If anyone should retire, it should be you.’’
“See but I’m avampie, in the end, human blood reverses my aging process. Makes me alive, sharper, sm
