C11 The Last Stand

The vintage guy ”Malcolm” stood there for a moment, his eyes bloodless and calculating as they met Ethan’s. The resemblance was unmistakable, but the warmth Ethan had related to his grandfather became gone, changed by using a chilling detachment.

“Don’t call me that,” Malcolm snapped, his voice harsh and commanding. “I am no longer your grandfather. Not anymore.”

Ethan’s forehead furrowed