Winter in Meridian still carried a trace of warmth.I had no classes that afternoon, so I walked out of the studio building with a stack of drawings in my arms.Bobby Sandler, a senior in my design group, walked beside me, carrying the heavy paint case for me."Claire, your take on that facade design is brilliant. Dinner tonight, to celebrate? My treat."Bobby grinned, easy and sunny.I nodded. "Sounds good. But next time, I'm buying."We walked side by side toward the campus gate, talking through the modeling details for our next project.The moment we stepped outside, the smile froze on my face.Grayson was standing under a massive oak tree.He had on a thin black coat, his face sickly pale. Dark circles ringed his eyes, and stubble shadowed his jaw. He looked nothing like the polished, arrogant Whitfield heir I used to know.He spotted me, and his eyes lit up. He strode toward me in a few quick steps.His gaze locked onto the less-than-a-foot gap between me and Bobby, and
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