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” He whisper-yelled at me, quickly glancing back towards the open door. “Hey, calm down. This is not what you think, okay? It is not all about what you said and certainly not only about pain.” He muttered. A tall frame suddenly appears by the entrance door behind him, Grayson slowly walks in and goes to stand behind Logan's back. I can see my friend lean into the touch of Grayson's hand on his shoulder. “There is definitely a part about pain.” Grayson said in a serious deep voice. “There is a bit of that, and I don't even use whips. Besides, it is a whole lifestyle, it is only only about sex.”

Not from scratch, but from scars. Grayson stepped out onto the porch beside me. His voice was quiet. “She’s tougher than she looks.” “I know,” I said. “She keeps me alive.” “You kept us alive,” he said, nudging me with the side of his arm. “You don’t get to forget that.” I sipped the scotch, letting the burn settle in my chest. “I don’t forget,” I said. “I remember everything.” He looked at me for a long moment. “You still planning to vanish once this is all cleaned up?”

muttered Grayson . "You deserved it .' said Cynthia with tears in her eyes .Grayson held her arm tightly trying to cause her pain . Damon enetred the room . "Grayson leave her ." Damon snapped . "Why huh she insulted me .What does she think of herself ." said Grayson . "I said Leave her ." said Damon pushing Grayson back . "What the hell is wrong with you dude ? Why are you defending this filthy .." said Grayson "Don't you dare to insult her in front of him and now leave i don't wanna see you near her ." said Damon arrogantly .Grayson and the other boys left looking disappointed .

“You’ve lasted this long because no one knew where you were.” “I’m not living if I’m still hiding,” I snapped. “That’s not surviving — that’s waiting to die slower.” He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the tension radiating from him. “You think stepping into open fire is the smarter option?” “Maybe not smarter,” I said. “But it’s mine.” Grayson appeared from the back of the half-collapsed hallway, his expression unreadable. His clothes were dark, his face drawn — too many sleepless nights, too many losses but his eyes, those sharp grey ones that always looked like they were analyzing ten moves ahead, were softer now.

My body did it without my permission, and you can’t read a person’s intention if they don’t have any. Grayson’s face didn’t have that irritating smile on it for once. For a pro like him to get disarmed by a noob must have been infuriating. He was probably planning six different ways to kill me, but I was all in, and it was too late to worry about little things like dying. I pointed at the wall of posters. “Read.”

Callie The whispers from the store still clung to me the next day. No matter how many times I replayed Grayson’s words—Let them talk. They don’t know a damn thing, the sting of poor Mia echoed underneath it all. I told myself I wouldn’t spiral, not today. Not when Grayson had been so certain. But sometimes, it wasn’t the people outside or Mary’s meddling voice that got under my skin. Sometimes, it was ghosts. Like now.

Inside the first page, in Grayson's handwriting “For the ideas that don't belong anywhere else yet.” “..... G ” I held the notebook. I looked at his handwriting. At the three lines. I looked at him. He was standing near the window. Looking at Auremont below. Giving me the moment. "Grayson," I said. He turned. I held up the notebook. He said nothing. Just held my gaze. I walked to him. Stood in front of him. Close enough that the warmth of him was present.

"Why now?" Malisha asks her mother while her hold is on Grayson. Beatrix calls for Iris to reduce the pain the moment Grayson tries to suppress the moan that escapes his lips. His eyes are now bright gold. "Grayson," Malisha quietly says. "You have to let it all out." "And sound like a wuss?" he asks admist pain. "No, thank you." Malisha rolls her eyes despite the fear that passes through her. "Even in pain, you are still as stubborn as ever."

But his words left me silent. Just then, the door swung open, and Willow stormed into the room. Her eyes widened in disbelief as they landed on Grayson. “Are you fucking joking?!” she screamed, her voice filled with fury. Grayson froze behind me as Willow’s accusations spilled out. “After everything, you’re letting him back in? How the hell haven’t Zade and the others killed him yet?” I sighed, standing up, trying to calm her down. “Because everything was a lie. Let’s go grab a drink and I’ll explain, okay?” I said, attempting to guide her out of the studio and downstairs.

He said nothing, only nodded once before she quietly exited the room, leaving Emma in trusted hands. --- *In the Living Room* Grayson sat alone in the living room, elbows resting on his knees, fingers loosely intertwined. The silence of the room was deafening, broken only by the faint ticking of the antique clock on the wall. His gaze was fixed, not on any object, but on the memories that haunted him. "She deserved it." The thought echoed in his mind again and again, trying to drown out the uncomfortable stirrings inside him. "Emma deserved all of it. Every bit of pain. Every cold, shivering second she spent lying there with a fever... it’s still better than prison."