Griffin's POV
"That child is going to be the power of what we need, father." I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists as I spoke. I hated how close I had been to finally finding out and confirming my suspicions about that child of hers. His blood was special, it could save and prolong lives. My father needed that, and I needed it. Without it I knew full well that Mystic River would always be that bit better than Silverline. I swallowed and looked up at my father. He seemed like he was deep in thought.
"Father?" I repeated. "Are you listening to me?"
"Not now, son. I have things to do," he got up and walked out of the room, leaving me standing there, simmering with frustration. The door clicked shut behind him, and I couldn't help but scold myself for showing any sign of weakne
