"LET ME HELP YOU." Grayson said, trying his hardest to reach out. All he wanted to do was help him but Gabriel was too damn stubborn, so stubborn in fact he had order someone to keep an eye on his, a bodyguard. It was laughable, Gabriel actually thought by keeping a bodyguard beside him, watching his every move would keep him from interfering.
"I don't need your help." He seethed. Whenever Grayson was around him, his mood soured, like he was unable to bare the thought if him being alive.
As much as that hurt, Grayson swallowed it down, there was no point in picking a fight now when Noah was on the verge of dying. "Besides, how do I know you weren't apart of his plan to turn my son-" He began to say but Grayson didn't let him finish the rest of his sentence.
