Raelynn.
The air suddenly thickens, filled with so much tension, it's almost suffocating. Everyone's on their feet except Grayson—he's still slumped in that chair, fists clenched like he's holding back something violent. Our eyes meet across the room, and he glares with such intensity that heat crawls up my neck. I scoff under my breath and look away, but I can still feel his stare burning into me.
The music drops to a whisper. Brandon steps forward, shoulders squared, looking ready to throw the first punch.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?"
My gaze shifts to the guy who just walked in with his entourage. Dirty blonde hair catches the dim light, blue eyes glinting with mischief as he grins like he's found the most entertaining show in town. Something about him tugs at my
