The voice cut through the alley like a whip crack, full of authority and barely restrained violence. Honey had never seen Grayson so angry before; the look of cold fury on his face was… well terrifying. She was glad it wasn't directed at her.
Riley spun, his grip on Honey loosening, she pushed at the hold Riley had on her. But she was still a little dazed and didn't have enough strength to push him off.
"Let her go," Grayson said, his voice deadly quiet. "Now."
Riley's hand fell away from Honey's wrists. She slumped against the wall, her cheek throbbing, her wrists burning and her heart was pounding out of control.
"This is a private matter, asshole" Riley started, but Grayson was already moving. Riley had to know who he was speaking to… and no one spoke to Grayson like that. But then
