Mia's Aunt had left but I still couldn't shake the unease.
I tried to convince myself I was overthinking. That her polite smile and carefully placed questions were harmless, but I wasn’t stupid.
That look she gave me, it hadn’t been curiosity.
It felt like she had already placed me under strict observation and took note of my every move. Who I was. Where I came from. Why I was here. And worse, why Grayson wanted me.
I shuffled books around my desk for the third time, pretending I was organizing, but really just trying to keep my hands busy.
Grayson had noticed me fidgeting at breakfast earlier. He’d slid his hand beneath the table, brushing mine. It should have calmed me like it always did, but it didn't.
I had the intuition that it wouldn't end with one visit.
The first sign cam
