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“I might regret what I will end up doing next.” Gray didn’t push further. Instead, he went and sat down on the dressing table. Looking at his reflection in the dressing mirror. “This room is too girly,” he complained. Charles smirked. “And you look girly yourself.” Gray snapped his head toward him. “Excuse me?” “What do you mean by that?” he demanded. Charles ignored him and walked out. “I will go send someone with your food.”

Ivan sat on his left, Jake on his right. They had been trying to talk to him for hours. But Grayson was not talking. He just kept drinking, staring at the amber liquid in his glass. "Gray, maybe you should slow down," Ivan said carefully. "You have had a lot already." Grayson ignored him and drank the entire glass in two swallows. "Talk to us, man," Jake tried. "You cannot just sit here and drink yourself into oblivion." "I do not want to solve anything," Grayson said, his words starting to slur. "I want to forget."

“The gray can’t have you.” .

“But I need to talk to you. Please.” Grayson leaned back in his chair, looking at her like she was a stranger. “I won’t talk about this here,” he muttered. “Then where?” Lena asked, her voice cracking. “I’m busy, Miss Lena,” Grayson said, turning back to his computer. “I don’t have time for this.” Lena winced at the way he said her name, like she was nothing more than a stranger. She bit her lip, holding back the tears that burned her eyes.

How much damage would it make if Gustavo will just admit his feelings for his secretary? “She would think that you're a selfish, manipulating, motherf*cker sabotaging her love life because you're a narcissistic *ssh*le that can't let be her happy so you'll just slave her for your multi-billion dollar company.” came Gray's smart-ass response. I really hate his straightforward, no-nonsense slap of reality sometimes but I admit that oftentimes it helps to get us moving to the right path. “Exactly!” Gustavo looked pained. “If you can't tell her, then show her.” It was Grayson again while Gavin just chewed on his lips blankly looking ahead.

Instead, “Then shut up and start acting like one. You are here to interrogate her as a witness, remember? So let’s get over with this already.” And with that, I step out, followed by Grayson. The rest of the journey goes silently, much to my pleasure. For once in his life time, Grayson decided to shut his mouth, which I’m really glad for, for if he spoke another word, I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to tolerate it.

Then sound returned, the whispers, the commentary, the phones capturing what he couldn't take back, what he'd promised not to do and did anyway. Grayson bent down. Picked up the notebook. Held it, the weight of Dante's obsession visible in his hands. "I'm not going to read this," he said. "Not here. Not for them." He gestured at the audience, the viral moment, the destruction Dante had made public. "This is yours. Your grief. Your—" He stopped, found the word. "Your love, messed up and wrong and real. I'm not going to use it against her. Against you. Against—"

“Greyson—” “Leave it, sugar!” Greyson said sternly. “Drop the subject!” “You can’t just—” “I’m not going to repeat myself, Indie,” Greyson warned. “Drop the fucking subject.” Indianna glared at Greyson, but before she could say anything else Kirstie spoke. “Alright class, shut the hell up and open your books to page 83!” “I’ll find out,” Indianna whispered and Greyson clenched his hands into fists. “There’s nothing to fucking find out.”

It was the smallest thing and it shouldn’t have mattered. But it did. “You remembered,” she said, accepting the mug. “I remember everything about you.” He didn’t say it like a threat. He said it like a prayer. They sat on the deck again, this time without speaking. The silence felt different today. Not heavy. Not cold. Just… suspended. At one point, she turned to him. “Who hurt you, Grayson?” He didn’t answer for a long time. Then he said, “The same people who made me powerful.”

In the abandoned flour mill, their anguished screams echoed relentlessly. As they smashed their legs, they shouted apologies at me. "El, I'm sorry. If I could do it over, I would choose you every time!" "El, I failed you. A leg is nothing. I'd risk my life for you if I had to!" "Cassandra, is this enough? Will you let El go now?" Cassandra completely lost it at that. Her eyes were bloodshot as she glared at me with raw hatred. "Why? You are just my replacement. You only deserve what I discard. How dare you rise above me? I will never allow it. You should die!"