Nathalie.
So I took a breath, squeezing my clenched fingers together. "The files you left at my place last night."
"Wait. The Whitemore files? The ones aired live this morning?" Grayson's playful tone dropped into something deadly serious.
I nodded, my eyes fixed on the floor.
"Fuck." Grayson muttered it under his breath, and something in the weight of that single word made my chest slam harder. It wasn't anger, not really. It sounded more like fear. Fear for me.
A deafening quiet dropped over us, so heavy I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, and it terrified me. Nathaniel's silence stretched on, and my eyes burned hotter with every second it lasted.
"Grayson. Go home." The command came flat and final. I lifted my head to watch Grayson walk to his car without a single w
