The Grace Year Summary Novels & Stories

# Bonus Chapter 17: The Quiet One People underestimated Grace Morrison because she was quiet. This was their mistake. She was seventeen, the youngest of three, and she had spent her entire life watching. Watching Duke and Valentina navigate marriage. Watching Emma be confident and complicated. Watching JJ be steady and purposeful. Watching all of it, filing it away, saying almost nothing. Teachers wrote: *Grace is attentive and thoughtful. Could participate more in discussion.* They meant well. They were missing the point.

I advised. There was no two ways about it, of me telling her not to worry and it would only get better. How was it going to get better? When their happiness is being suppressed? Grace shook her head. “You just don’t get it. I can’t easily leave! As much as I hate the job, I love being here, it is everything that I had wanted. This had been my dreams and the minister is the only key with why I am still here.” I raised a brow in confusion. “You see, when we signed the contract, I had only a tourist visa for just a year which I tried to extend it but no avail.” She took a deep breath.

Grace looked very sad now only the sadness she continued to feel for the 3 years and 9 months of separation. "I love you, Marcel Davidson," Grace said that in her heart. Because to say love now she was inappropriate. ****

Then she added, “But not dead.” My breath stopped. Colton’s voice came quietly from behind me. “Grace.” She flinched at his tone. Not because he threatened her. Because the pain in it was too plain. “I was nineteen,” she said. “Old enough to think I understood danger and young enough to believe I could outrun consequences if I chose the right road.” I sat then, not gracefully. The chair caught me. Grace’s hands twisted in her lap. I had never seen her do that. My grandmother’s hands were always busy, always certain. Kneading dough, pruning roses, cleaning wounds and smacking sense into the air.

I was still turning that over when Grace let herself into my study without knocking, the way she'd done since I made her my second three years ago and she decided knocking was for people who hadn't earned the right to skip it. “You look terrible,” she said, dropping into the chair Lyra had refused twice now. “For a man who apparently just secured a merger.” “It wasn't a merger.” “That's not what it sounded like, from what Thomas told half the council by lunch.” She raised an eyebrow. “Formal courtship announcement, in front of the whole family. Very tidy. Very efficient.” “That's not why I did it.”

“That’s horrible.” “Yeah. What’s worse is that my mom didn’t know anything about Grace’s mother or Grace until she returned to claim her pack. She didn’t get her Guardian spirit until she turned eighteen, so she was very powerful when she challenged our father. Thankfully, Grace is a good person. She didn’t blame my mom, or me, for what happened. She let us live in her pack and has always treated me as her brother. Anyway, you can see why my mom wasn’t exactly comfortable living in Grace’s pack.” She nods, just as everyone comes in.

"So how's everything?" "Still torture," I said truthfully. "But I'm getting better at it now." "You are," she agreed in a quiet tone. For some reason, her approval made me smile with pride. Then, Ms. Grace, our professor appeared. She wore her usual lab coat with a lab goggle hanging around her neck. Her bright crimson lips pressed together with a serious look. Ms. Grace is the youngest professor in this school. She got her Ph.D. when she was only twenty, so I really looked up to her. Biology is the only class I take alone since Cammie and Alyssa also have their favorites.

Kayden asked furiously. "I did Kayden. I followed all your instructions and you can ask her if ever I made her uncomfortable" Ms Gracey defended herself. She knows Kayden Diego can do whatever he likes to her if he gets upset. His the alpha and everyone is expected to bow to him except his parents. "You did Ms Gracey and she slipped out of the mansion under your watchfulness and you said you obeyed my orders?" Kayden inquired mockingly. "It wasn't my fault Kayden" Ms Gracey intoned. He shouldn't just put the blame on her. He was partly responsible for what happened.

Having the last class for the day as dance, Cassandra and Ravine were dropped back home together as Cassandra wanted to hang out with her new friend. Ms. Grace packs her bags as well, her small pink colored duffel bag fitting her clothes. As she walks outside, a senior grade student blocks her way. "Hey, Kris! What's up?" "You know what's up, Ms. Grace. I'll pick you up at 7pm." Saying, the young male leaves the campus, leaving behind a stressed 32 year old Grace. Grace Reynolds was once a nymphomaniac taking art therapy, in her early twenties. She's been having many affairs after her marriage as well, hence the divorce after her husband found out about her illness.

Her voice came young and ladylike. Grace was a young 25 year old whom Grey hired right out of high school. He saw something in her and he was right to gamble.. - Hey Grace, how you doing!?" He spoke with a sigh. - Am good now! I thought you were Dead!" He heard the sounds of car horns and people in the background she was driving somewhere. - Yeah.. I needed some alone time!" - Five years worth of it! You couldn't come back at a better time. I just met with a gift shop owner who sold me an antique weapon. From what I read in the library about it... Seven figures."