The atmosphere in the room suddenly dropped to minus degrees.
Silence permeated the air, an odd sense suggesting calm before the storm.
Shane's grandfather, Vilus, curled a brow in sinister amusement.
"Think you can stop me, boy?" His voice dropped low in intrigue, his red eyes gleaming crazily at the challenge.
Shane interlocked his fingers, his position unchanging as he stared at the ceiling as if ignoring the man's presence.
In one swift motion, he jerked his upper body to sit on the bed so he was staring at the smiling man before him.
"Wrong words old man," Shane breathed with an empty expression. He could feel the darkness in him clawing at the tips of his skin, whispering to be set free. He didn't want to be tested right now.
"I will stop you," he uttered clearly and in a heavy tone making sure it drilled into his grandfather's brain.
Vilus grinned, his lips stretching wide like a joker's. "That's why I like you, Shane"