Alpha Grayson
Perhaps if my limbs were working well, I would have danced and thrown leaves into the air.
"Why did you do that?" I question Cal, as he clambers out after me, kicking the trap door that once concealed me closed. He turns, looking at me.
In the light, he is so much more handsome. But something painful and deep set lies within his gaze, and I feel mildly sorry for whoever the woman is that has to crack him. That's why I decide not to question him on who he is.
"It's my job. What my boss says, goes."
"Who's your boss? Grayson?"
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