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It’s a good thing that I’m made of stronger stuff than this, or I would have run a mile by now. “Willow?” I hear a voice call to me and look up straight into Ridge Grayson’s stormy blue eyes. I notice the edges of his eyes are puffy and red and can only assume that he has been crying. “Mr Grayson, hey,” I say, not sure how else to greet him other than this. He smiles sadly and gestures to the seat next to me. “May I?” he asks, and I nod while bracing myself for an awkward conversation to follow.

“Did she lose her memory?” “Grayson…” I whispered and the man's attention darted back to me. “You remember Grayson?” he asked quickly. “I want to see Grayson.” I added. I miss reading your comments. please comment so I can know your thoughts on these chapters. thank you.

Orin was furious. Chagu had offended Wilbur, and Mister Grayson had also spoken up. Mister Grayson's words were not to be taken lightly. Not everyone could handle his criticism. The door opened at that moment. Chagu and Quill cautiously walked in. Quill did not dare to look up. He looked at the floor. Chagu almost peed his pants when he saw the old man at that table. 'Isn't the founder of the nation, Benjamin Grayson?' he thought.

Grayson opened his eyes. The fog had thinned. He no longer stood among graves. Instead, he found himself beside a narrow stream cutting through black stone. The water looked strangely clear. Too clear. He knelt. His reflection stared back. Then it smiled. Grayson immediately stepped away. His own face continued smiling inside the water. "You've always chased ghosts." The voice belonged to him. Yet it wasn't. "You failed your mother." The reflection's silver eyes darkened. "You failed Savannah." "You failed Noah."

Waiting. Luna’s legs refused to move. Grayson stepped closer, pressing his palm to the small of her back. “You don’t have to rush. I’ll be here.” She turned to him, grateful for his presence. Grayson had become so much more than a name in her story. He was a constant—a reminder that even the darkest chapters could be rewritten. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Soft afternoon light spilled through sheer curtains, casting golden slants across the polished floors. The room was spacious but intimate. A vase of fresh lilies sat on the windowsill, their fragrance subtle and sweet.

Emmett I watch as Raven walks away from us. Grayson's head falls forward onto the table. "Fuck me." His words are quiet. "Gray, that's what got us in this situation." I laugh at Ashton's words. "Don't Ashton. This shit isn't a joke anymore." Grayson glares at him. "When was it ever a joke Grayson?" I glance at him and laugh. "Now you're scared? Months later and it takes her getting pregnant for you to run scared?"

looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

But the mark beneath my skin throbbed faintly, like it was listening. “Hey.” Grayson’s voice pulled me back. He limped toward me, bandaged shoulder and all, holding two mugs of coffee that smelled burnt but comforting. “You’ve been out here all night.” “Couldn’t sleep,” I murmured, taking one of the mugs. The bitter heat scalded my tongue. “Too quiet.” “Quiet’s supposed to be a good thing,” he said, settling beside me. “Means we’re alive.” “Alive doesn’t mean fine.”

ADELINE Whispers. Angry and impatient. The house was boring. Another reminder that I really needed to start working again, but Grayson wasn’t having it. Especially after the recent scare. Kris and Jay had dropped in from time to time and when I thought they would be the voice of reasoning and get him to understand why it would actually help me, they chose now to agree with their arch enemy, the little traitors.

~Lexia "Listen, you shouldn't be here," Grayson insisted, glancing around as if someone might see him talking to a negligible such as me. I roll my eyes, brushing past him, only to be followed closely. He grabs my arm, forcing me to give him my full attention. "You could at least tell me why you're here."