Present Grayson's POV“No, stop,” she said suddenly, pupils blown wide as she grabbed onto my sleeve and tugged me back in. “Don’t, Grayson, please.”The panic in her voice shot through me violently and I grabbed her wrist, turning her around until she was flush against me.“I’m right here, darling,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re safe.”She nodded, pressing her forehead against my chest.“What is it, Selene?” I asked carefully. “The claustrophobia wasn’t this bad back in high school.” I felt her body tense, her breath stuttering against my shirt. I tipped her chin up with my thumb, forcing her eyes to mine. “Did something happen?”She exhaled shakily, her fingers curling around my collar. “There was an accident,” she said finally, her sound of her breaths too loud in the small space. “Five years ago. In California. It was… a highway pile-up. A truck jackknifed.” Her grip on my collar tightened, nails brushing my neck. “Seventeen deaths,” she repeated m
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