Grayson POV
I stand still, my hand gripping Sammi’s trembling form. Zade’s eyes are locked on me, burning with unspoken accusations, just waiting for the chance to tell me to leave. He thinks he’s in control, but the truth is, whatever happens now, Sammi will hold him responsible. If I walk away, she’ll blame him.
“Go to bed, Sammi. We’ll talk tomorrow. It’s late,” Zade orders, sinking into a chair like he’s already won.
But Sammi stands her ground, her voice stronger than her shaking body. “Gray is coming with me,” she snaps back, and I see Zade’s eyes widen, momentarily caught off guard. “It’s either that, or I leave with him.”
She sounds confident, but I can feel her anxiety radiating through her, each tremble screaming that she’s fighting a war inside. A war where she doesn’t belie
