"Sorry guys, that's my brother. I'll see you guys later," I said, frowning at him. "Hey." He smiled at me. "Hi, Grandpa." A Rory Keaner x Reader Story. (Y/n) Black, great-great-great granddaughter of Reverend Horace Black. What happens when her friends are in danger at a party where they were going to be the main course?All Rights Reserved