Brewing Them

Chapter 72

Elijah

"He's in Gavendel, living in a small two-story house by a bakery. Do you want me to send you the location?" Ethan said on the phone.

"Still there?" My brow rose. "What the fuck is he doing there? I thought he might have moved to another town. It appears he hasn't," I took another large gulp of whiskey and slammed the glass back down on the table.

"He's been there for a few months now. It doesn't looks like he's moving away any time soon. Surprisingly, I spoke to the town authorities and there hasn't been any reports of murders or random deaths—"

I stopped hearing Ethan's voice when I found Vivian walking down the stairs, striding in her perfect bare legs while her top was covered with thin piece of shirt. My attention quickly diverted.

"Send me the location. That's all." I drew the phone away from my ears and poured another glass of whiskey for myself.

"Did you find out?" She asked, trailing me as I went to find another place in the empty house to sit and have my drink. "Oh, stop ignoring me. If you did find out where that man is, I think we should go together. We can have another road trip and we can also get his blood at the same time." By now, she was practically straining to sound casual.

With a smirk, I couldn't help but retort, "Well, aren't you just the picture of sweetness? But let's not pretend we're suddenly best friends, Vivian. I'm going alone and I certainly don't want you coming with me."

"You're still pissed at me." She folded her arms across her chest.

I raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of my whiskey before responding. "I wouldn't say pissed. Let's just say I prefer working solo. No offense, of course."

She huffed, the annoyance evident on her face. "Fine, have it your way."

"I will."

With that, I walked away, leaving her standing there, arms still crossed and a mix of irritation and disappointment painted on her face. It was high time I stopped dealing with her nuance and focused on breaking the curse.

The masquerade ball was two days away and Vivian wanted to enter the throne room on the same night where we'll all be masked. It was a great opportunity to slip in and out with anyone noticing her, especially my mother. However, before the ball, we needed to have Grayson's blood.

It was his location I was seeking earlier from Ethan as he was my eyes and ears everywhere.

Mixing all our blood together inside something in the throne room where my grandfather spelled us first was going to break the curse, and free us all from it. Once free, I could easily head my way without any trouble.

Callan was sent on the mission to find a way into the throne room. I wasn't completely sure if I could, as many things had changed in the past thirty years—which was also the last time I was in my mother's castle.

Gavendel was where Grayson was last seen. He had been staying there for a while now and it was confusing why. He never stayed in one place, always moving, always shifting. He was a lone wolf and preferred it that way, it fed onto his blood thirst, his desperation to stack dead bodies and kill anyone he saw on his path.

He was a brutal murderer, but before he became that, we were close acquaintances and he worked at the court, as an Alpha, similar to Dion.

Sometimes, I wondered if it was the curse that ruined us all.

Upon arriving in Gavendel, I tread carefully through the roads, finding the house where Grayson was living in.

I found the house in a matter of a few minutes. It was next to a bakery, just as I had been told. It was a modest two-story structure, with a slightly overgrown garden out front and vines crawling up its brick walls. The curtains were heavy, forbidding anyone to see inside.