Knox POV
A voice cuts through my sleep like a goddamn knife, and I blink awake, the bed cold beside me. I sit up fast, already knowing what’s wrong before I look over and see Grudge standing in the doorway.
“What the f**k are you waking me up for?” I snap, scrubbing a hand over my face.
Grudge crosses his arms, face tight. “Because your little friend just ran outta here like her damn life depended on it. No shoes. Looked freaked as hell.”
The haze in my head clears real fast.
I throw the blanket off and grab the first pair of pants I see, yanking them on as I move.
“I might’ve made it worse,” Grudge adds, watching me closely. “Tried to slow her down, grabbed her arm to tell her not to walk home alone. She screamed like I’d pulled a knife. Hit the ground and bolted.”
My chest tighten
