The heir's predator

The heir's predator

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I sank deeper into my duvet as I shivered from the breeze that seeped through the cracks above the tinted window. I could hear faint murmurs on the other side of the door. The Murmurs turned into harsh whispers as I heard footsteps inching closer. I sunk further into the bed and shut my eyes tightly at the sound of the door creaking open. "Who are you fooling? I know you ain't sleep," the deep raspy voice spoke. I open my eyes to the old man smiling down at me with his hand behind his back. "Hey Grandpa." I sheepishly smiled before sitting up, "What are you doing here?" "Since you turn seven tomorrow, I thought that you deserve to open one of your presents earlier." He placed the dark sea green box before me that was secured with a golden ribbon. The silky fabric slipped between my small fingers as I pulled onto the ribbon, opening the box. Confusion overtook my excitement as I looked up at the old dark man, "what is it?" "A gift that has been passed down from every generation in the Lawson family." He smiled. I grabbed the circular shape necklace and narrowed my eyes on the engraving, "w-what does that say." I pointed out the symbols. "The Savior." He cooed. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That was the last time I ever saw or heard of my grandfather. It has been a decade and no one ever truly knows what happened to him after that night. He just...disappeared, leaving no trace of evidence. It was like he never existed. Until this day, it still remains a mystery. ------------------------------------ After her grandfather mysteriously disappears before her seventh birthday, the Lawson family move back to Vancouver a decade later were truths and secrets have yet to be uncovered. Previously known as His predator, My prey
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