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15: Make Grayson Yours

Auteur: Author Khris Kollins
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-05 22:12:01

**Zinnia’s POV**

I trailed behind, my chest tight, fear lingering in my bones. I turned back slightly, meeting Grayson’s eyes, but they were void of that playful charm they once carried—now they were cold, incredibly cold.

I was so far away, but it didn’t stop a chill from snaking up my spine.

As we pulled up to what seemed to be his study, the old man settled into his seat. I remained standing, my stomach in knots.

“Have a seat,” he said calmly, gesturing to the chair. I offered a nervous smil
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