Lila's POV
The name hit me like a fist to the sternum. It seemed like a very bad good joke.
Grant.
For one long, suffocating second, the whole office tilted sideways, sound going muffled and distant like I'd been dunked underwater. Thirteen years. Thirteen years since I'd run barefoot into the dark with Sarah's hand clenched in mine, and now, within twenty-four hours of finally cracking that story open out loud for the first time, the man himself was standing on Reaper turf like he'd just been conjured out of my own memory. What the f**k?
"Lila." Jax's voice cut through the ringing in my ears. "Hey. Lila, breathe."
I realized my breath had gone short and shallow, chest heaving in quick, useless little pulls that weren't getting me any air at all. My hands were shaking again, that same
