Grayson’s POV
I sit her down on the stool and quickly make her a drink, trying to calm my racing thoughts. My hands are shaking as I hand it to her, and I can feel the tension simmering between us. I know I’ve terrified her. Hell, I scared myself. She was gone, and I thought I’d lost her. The panic took over before I could think clearly. I didn’t consider the fact that she was there, watching the whole thing unfold. All I could think about was making sure she was safe, that he would never hurt her again.
“Gry,” I hear my mother’s voice behind me. The sound grates on me, and I can’t help but groan.
“Don’t f*****g call me that!” I snap, hating the nickname more than ever. He used to call me that. Every time I hear it, it’s like he’s right there, haunting me all over again. I look up at he
