Grace - POV
The ride back to the condo was bathed in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it was a silence filled with unspoken words, charged with the lingering sensation of his kiss on the rooftop. The memory of it still fluttered across my lips, sending a soft shiver through me. I could feel the pull of the mating haze—a force I knew all too well - but this time, it felt different. Stronger. There was no mistaking the spell pushing it to the surface, threatening to overwhelm me. I fought it with everything I had, trying to suppress the heat it ignited within me.
"Grace, are you alright? You’re sweating... do you have a fever?" Grayson’s voice cut through my thoughts as we stepped inside the condo.
"I’m fine," I lied, my voice betraying me with a squeak. Without another word
