Grayson
I tap my pen against my desk, my grip so tight I'm surprised the plastic doesn't crack. That note keeps replaying in my head like a broken record—those red letters burned into my retinas like a brand. Stay the f**k away from her.
Yeah, that was the plan once upon a time. Keep my distance. Hate her from afar. But not anymore. Whether either of us likes it or not, Raelynn has crawled under my skin and made herself at home, and now some psychotic asshole thinks they can threaten what's mine.
The questions circle my brain like vultures. Who the f**k left that note? Is this the kind of s**t Rae's been receiving all this time? Letters meant to scare her? Threaten her? Is this why she looked ready to shatter the other night?
It doesn't bother me that I'm being threatened—I've been dan
