It was true that my grandfathers—the men who'd raised me—lived on an island, but they were no fishermen.Edgar Blythe, or Grandpa Eddie, was the highest-bounty serial killer on the international wanted list. Countless tyrants and scum had died at his hands.Franklin Graves, or Grandpa Frankie, was an underground boxing champion who could smash half a ton of granite into powder with just one punch.Tobias Mercer, or Grandpa Toby, had been one of the top secret agents in Acratius in his younger days.Then there was the king of mercenaries, Grandpa Harry, or Harold Keene, and the arms dealer, Grandpa Luke, or Lucian Calder. I had been brought up on an island by a huge group of men like them.Back when I left Dreadvault Isle for college, these old men had held my hands with their eyes red-rimmed."Eli, if anyone gives you trouble out there, don't you dare just take it in silence.""If anyone bullies you, you give us a call, and we'll come over and take care of them right away!"Tha
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