Griffin buried his mother and both the siblings in the ground. He was unable to shed the tears. Was it because of his vampire's nature now? He had heard that the vampires were not prone to emotions like humans were.
Fury simmered beneath his calm exterior as he made his way to the debt collectors' hideout. The wooden door splintered with a single kick, his powerful strength effortlessly reducing it to shards.
The men inside scrambled to their feet, fear evident in their eyes as they took in the sight of the intruder.
Griffin's gaze swept over the room, taking in the scene of debauchery—half-eaten plates of meat, bottles of alcohol, and a heap of money in the middle of the table.
The leader of the group, trying to mask his fear with bravado, stepped forward with a frown. "You!" he spat out.
