Grayson POV
Charlotte is her usual stubborn self as Johnathon drags her away so that Grandfather and I can talk properly. I was worried the whole way here, and if it hadn't been for my wife, I might not have been able to hold myself together or compose myself as much as I had been. Flair holds my hand and I sit on the chair next to the old man who smiles at me, his eyes twinkling. Somehow I'm not surprised to see that Grandfather is alive and kicking, too stubborn to visit the ferryman and go to the underworld just yet.
"You had me worried old man" I admit in a hoarse voice, as he chuckles at me.
"I'm not ready to die just yet."
"I'm glad that you are okay Mr Deluca" Flair says in a soft voice and my grandfather turns to her with a wide smile.
"Thank you, Flair, it's lovely to see y
