~Christian Miller~
Grandfather dead, his father in a fucking hospital bed and the rest of his family charging towards them like a pack of hungry walls ready to finally get the feed they had been waiting for. Had this been a situation he had ever imagined for himself? Fuck no.
Instantly, he looked at grace and inclined his head for her to come closer. When she did, he took a step and stood in front of her, almost covering her from their eyes.
They did not deserve to look at his Grace.
"Let me handle the situation." His father said, standing to his right, but took a step forward, as if indicating his position that they were all going to direct themselves to him. "Until I can."
What?
Before he could even ask what that meant, two of his aunts and uncles had reached them with three of their children.
"Adrian," Luna, his great aunt sneered a smile, "weâ€""
