Playing Referee

Grayson POV

Techno lights flashed across gyrating bodies as the speakers blared an upbeat tune. I waded through fun seekers having a good time, getting every inch of me groped by beautiful men and women alike. If it were any other day, I would have taken one of the eager beauties up on her offer, but no amount of f*cking was going to erase this tension. Not when the ticking bomb only ticked faster.

Besides, there was a strong chance I wouldn't live beyond the next hour once I confessed how much I just fucked up my mission. I found him sitting with his back to the dancefloor.

Stravos was wearing a plaid shirt and what appeared to be black slacks, looking like the poster child for serenity even though I knew he was feeling anything but.

He might appear to be unaware of his surroundings but I knew for a fact that not a single movement went unnoticed by him. It was a trait I used to envy, until I knew how he came by it.

He looked old, tired, and out