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Leo thought the house would finally be quiet after midnight. I was wrong.The sound of a car pulling into the driveway made me sit up in bed. Grayson stirred beside me.“You hear that?” I whispered.“Yeah,” Grayson replied, already awake. His hand instinctively found mine under the blanket, squeezing once like a silent warning.I glanced at the clock. 2:17 AM.“Please tell me it’s not another spy situation,” I muttered.Grayson exhaled softly, like he was already tired of the night before it even started. “Let’s see.”He got out of bed and walked to the window. I followed him, barefoot on the cold floor. A single car sat outside the gate.Grayson didn’t move away when I stood beside him. Instead, his arm brushed lightly against mine, warm, steady.“Do you recognize it?” I asked.“Yeah,” he said after a moment.I blinked. “You do?”Grayson rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s Stephen.”My eyebrows shot up. “The whistleblower Stephen?”He nodded.“Well,” I said slowly, leaning slightly i

I sat at the edge of the bed, wrapped in one of Grayson’s shirts again, staring at nothing. His scent still clung to it faintly, and for a moment, that alone made my chest loosen a little. My body was exhausted. But my mind refused to stop moving. Last night I kept replaying in pieces I didn’t want. Grayson pulled me out like I weighed nothing. I pressed my palms against my face, trying to slow my breathing. The bathroom door opened. Grayson stepped out with only a towel around his waist, hair still damp, droplets sliding down his chest. He paused when he saw me sitting there like that. “You didn’t sleep at all, did you?” he asked softly. I shook my head. “No. I tried but every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that pool.” He walked over slowly, like he was approaching something fragile. “Come here,” he said, quieter now. I didn’t hesitate this time. I stood and stepped into him. The moment I did, his arms came around me immediately, firm and warm. One hand slid up m

“Leo… talk to me.” Grayson’s voice reached me before anything else, low and careful, like he was stepping into a room full of broken glass and didn’t want to make it worse. I didn’t answer him immediately. I just sat on the bed, staring at the wall in front of me like it had suddenly become the only thing that made sense in a world that didn’t. Nothing inside me was loud anymore. That was the strange part. No anger spilling out. No tears breaking through. Just this heavy, quiet pressure in my chest that refused to turn into anything I could release. “Leo,” Grayson said again, softer this time, closer now. I finally spoke without turning my head. “I thought you said you needed space.” A pause. Then his voice again, lower. “I do.” The door creaked gently behind me anyway, like he couldn’t stay away even when he said he should. I let out a slow breath, still not looking at him. “But I also know you,” he continued. “And when you go this quiet… it’s worse than when you’re angr

“Grayson you’re not seriously pretending you didn’t hear that knocking, are you?” I said it before my eyes even opened properly, my voice rough from sleep, still half buried in warmth. His arm tightened around me like he was trying to keep the world outside the bed from existing. Grayson didn’t move much, just exhaled into my hair like he was annoyed at life itself. “If I don’t acknowledge it,” he murmured, voice low and thick with sleep, “then it’s not real. That’s how I’m choosing to live this morning.” I huffed a small laugh against his chest, shifting slightly, feeling the steady rise and fall under my cheek. For a second, I let myself stay there longer than I should’ve. His warmth. His stupid calm heartbeat like nothing could ever go wrong. Then a Knock. Louder this time. I groaned immediately. “Please tell me that is not another crisis,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. “Because I swear, if it’s another crisis before I’ve even had coffee or emotional stability, I

“I was ready the moment they came for you.” Grayson’s voice was steady as he held my hand, like the world outside the room didn’t exist. Like the headline, the chaos, the pressure none of it could reach us here. I squeezed his fingers tighter anyway. “Then let’s finish it,” I said. Grayson nodded once. “Together.” But even as the word settled between us, I felt that shift. That quiet, dangerous awareness that things had already moved without us. Because somewhere else A screen lit up. My photo sat there, large and exposed, like I was being pinned under a microscope I never agreed to. A voice, calm and deliberate, whispered into the silence. “Let’s see how long you last ” And I knew, even before anything else happened The next move wasn’t coming. It was already in motion. Back in the house, the tension hadn’t faded. It had only changed shape. Marcus was still holding his phone like it burned his hand. Hanna stood frozen beside him. Jamie had gone quiet again, that earli