Grayson’s POV
I’m screaming now, thrashing against the hands holding me, desperate to get at him again.
“What?” He chuckles, like the very idea is absurd.
“She hates herself, Zade! She sat there for three f*****g weeks, hating herself!” I surge forward again, but they drag me back before I can get another hit in.
“She’ll be fine. She’s a woman, they all f*****g do that,” Zade says with a nonchalant shrug, as if her pain is something trivial, something normal. The way he shrugs sets off something deeper inside me, and I fight harder, my rage burning hotter.
“Fine?!” I shout, voice cracking with the force of my anger. “She watched that video of Olivia, over and over again, comparing herself to her! She turned off the lights, Zade! She got changed under the f*****g covers to hide herself
