Grayson’s POV
Zade strides into the room, his smile as casual as ever, but I know better. There’s always something calculated behind that smile. He sits down across from me, his eyes sharp, cutting straight to the heart of what he wants to know.
“So,” he starts, his tone deceptively light, “did you find out anything about the guy?”
His question is like a slap, and I can feel the tension ripple through my body. He’s hunting for answers about Sammi, about who she’s been seeing, and it’s taking everything in me to keep my expression neutral. I shrug, doing my best to appear indifferent.
“I’ve heard nothing. No one’s seen her with anyone,” I reply smoothly, keeping my voice as calm as possible, even though I know the truth he’s after is sitting right in front of him.
Zade doesn’t break ey
