The Grey’s
"Miss Clark..."
I swallowed hard and looked up, meeting Mrs. Grey's piercing gaze. "Mrs. Grey," I whispered, feeling Damien's hand grow cold and tense in mine.
"How dare you take my son out of the safe?" she began, her voice sharp as a blade.
"I'm so sorry," I stammered, but she cut me off.
"Miss Clark—" she started, ready to unleash her anger, but Damien interjected.
"Go to your room, Emilia," he said, his voice strained, jaw clenched. Mrs. Grey's expression remained unchanged as she glared at her son. The tension in the room was palpable, threatening to explode at any moment.
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