14

~Lexia

I padded down the stairs, warily keeping my eyes on Grayson.

I feel bad for following him, but I don't know what else to do. It's something about the sunset that gets him in edge, and I don't think the curious side of me is going to let it go until I find out why.

He walks quickly, looking around as if he's searching for someone. And the moment he doesn't seem to find who he's looking for, his face transforms into fear, and he leads me toward the front door without even knowing it.

I keep a fair distance once we make it outside. I keep behind trees, my footsteps light as he strolls into the forest with determination.

Where's he going?

I pause, my hand against a tree I look around, catching Grayson push through the undergrowth as if it's nothing. My heart flutters with the excitement of following him. If he catches me, I might be in big trouble, but I'm too anxious to turn around now.

So I continue to follow him, skipping from tree to tree like a spy in a movie, while Grays