Grayson.
My grip on Charlie's throat tightens, and white-hot rage floods my veins like poison. The image of that ball sailing toward her head plays on repeat in my mind, each time making me more unhinged.
‘What if she hadn't ducked in time? What if he'd f*****g hurt her?’
"What the hell was that earlier?" My voice comes out cold and lethal, each word dripping with barely-contained violence. I can feel my control fraying at the edges. "You know damn well you were aiming for her."
"She dodged," Charlie says, like that makes it okay. Like that erases his intent. "What's the problem?"
I shove him harder against the wall, his head hitting the concrete with a satisfying thud. "You could've broken something. Could've hurt her."
Charlie has the audacity to chuckle. "Damn. What is she, your g
