Harry’s POV

I was staring at my phone in my hand, feeling helpless as I wasn't able to answer Serena’s call because of the person sitting in front of me.

He was playing with the knife in his hands, expertly slipping the sharp edges on his fingers without hurting himself. His eyes were sharp and there's a sarcastic smirk on his lips.

“Won’t you answer that, cousin? It seems important.”

I clenched my jaws, “Why are you here?”

We’re cousins but we never got along. He’s sick in the head and he’s just like a mad dog, only loyal to our family.

He purses his lip, “We’re just worried about...