LUCIAN'S POV
It was late afternoon the next day after Tizheruk arrived. Mrs. Hemming, Keith, and Addison had brought Godmother over. We stood by Godmother's bed in the guest room downstairs with the confidence that my blood would work its magic. Mrs hemming as standing by the corner pacing up and down while Conri sat on the bed and Tizheruk on the opposite side while Kieth and Addison stood by the door"
" I wonder if I am your Godson," Conri complained.
" What are you pouting about ?" Godmother huffed and rolled her eyes.
" You know what I mean, " I responded.
" Should I smack his head?" Tizheruk raised his hands towards Conri
" No fighting in front of Godmother," Lucian scolded. " We need to start, Mrs Hemming, go back downstairs and wait. You too, Conri.
Conri growled and Grandma smacked his hand. " Get out brat"
