"Figures," Vincent muttered dryly. Father always was right. Always had a plan. Always. He hated it. He hated being in the shadow of Father. The old man likely was alive somewhere instead of a statue like Maribeth and Randy. All he had to do was find that book. He needed it anyways.

Then he remembered the butler in the main hallway was holding onto a book. Rounard's book was not in the library, thus he concluded the obvious. "'Don't do anything stupid.'" His tone was dark. "Everything I do is carefully planned. It's the one thing I inherited from Father that I don't hate."

Heart pounding, he stepped up to the door. He imagined the Grit was trying to ambush him, but he wanted to counter that with a small surprise of his own. He was going to hide on the inside of the door and ambush the damn thing. He put his hand on the doorknob and eyed Randy.

"On three."

He took a breath to calm his heart. "One."

He closed his eyes to focus his feelings and concentrate on what was ahead of him. "Two."

Finally he reopened his eyes letting his anger towards the invading Grit prime him for combat. "Three!"

He swung open the door stepping along with it ready for the snake Grit to charge into the room. To charge into an ambush. Should all go according to Vincent's plan, predator would become prey.