Honey's fingers tightened around the coffee mug as she considered Grayson's question about the police report. For everyone to find out that Riley had struck her… was humiliating.
"Release it," she said, meeting his gaze after a moment. She could see the sense in the move. "Riley loses power when his actions see daylight. I’m not one hundred percent certain about this, but okay. Do it."
Relief washed across Grayson's features. "I'll have the team include it in our statement."
Honey's phone buzzed again, Lauren calling for the third time. She held up a finger to Grayson and answered. She needed to let her friends know she was okay. And a text message wouldn’t do it.
"I'm okay," she said before Lauren could speak.
"Like hell you are," Lauren replied, her voice tight with anger. "Have you
