Chapter 17

I can admit that I am rarely at a loss for words. I have to be able to hold my own in a boardroom, a catty socialite circle, and with the media. It’s a skill that I have cultivated over a long time.

But at the scene in front of me, I can’t find any words, not even to make my presence known. I see Dante say something to the woman on the floor, but all I hear is a dull ringing in my ears. When she leans forward, I find the ability to move and back out of the room.

I walk down the hallway, not really seeing where I am going. It isn’t until arms wrap around me and a hand tilts my chin up to a familiar face that my surroundings come back into focus.

“Q! Talk to me, love. Are you ok?” It’s Grayson.

“No,” I say simply. There’s nothing else that I can say.

Grayson looks around, finding one of the employees. “Take us some place where she can sit down.”

I hear a murmured “Of course, sir.” We’re led down some back hallways and eventually make our way to the manager’s office. It’s