VICTORIA’S POV

“What did you call me?” I asked, my eyes widening as I looked at him with disbelief.

“I called you a filthy hybrid. A filthy hybrid that I know is going to be the death of me. And I would rather you stay away from me because being touched by a hybrid that I need to kill is the last thing I want right now. Got a problem with that?” My grandpa said, and I looked at him for a few seconds before smiling evilly at him.

“A filthy hybrid? Is this what I am to you? Just a filthy hybrid? Am I not your granddaughter? The granddaughter...