Greyson
After over thirty-six hours without sleep, I was beginning to see double. Turning back toward the living room at the kitchen doorway, I watched as Cecilia disappeared above the ceiling and up into the loft. The wood above me creaked with her footsteps. Maybe she wasn't the spoiled princess I envisioned. A grin came to my lips. That didn't mean that she wasn't a challenge.
I felt an unnecessary sense of regret that I hadn't met her under better circumstances, back when I was someone—before my life had gone to s**t and before those men had hurt her.
What would it have been like to be on equal ground with her?
It was a question I'd never be able to answer.
Leaning against the doorframe, my thoughts went to Cecilia's last five to six days. I knew the moment I saw the second pi
