"I think we have some problems up our sleeves now." Lucien growled angrily as he dropped the phone down.
"What do you mean by that?" Percy scowled as he looked at Lucien.
The curiosity could be clearly seen on his face and also, the rage could be clearly seen on Lucien's face as well.
"It's about Henry. I guess he stole our blood when we passed out." Lucien stuttered as he looked at Ros and Percy.
"What do you mean by he stole our blood? What has he done?" Percy got up as he looked at Lucien.
His rage grew exceedingly fast as he couldn't hold down the paranoia as well.
"He is now like us. Our kind, cursed by our fate too and I must say, I think he is something we have to get rid of as well." Lucien snapped as he looked at his brothers.
"And who called you to tell you about this?
