Silas’s POV
I carefully took off her hand and placed it beside her.
Sniffing her a bit, I realized she was drunk, and that got me wondering what could have gotten her in this state this early morning.
“You are not in your right state of mind, Gracie,” I responded, tossing her hand off me at every attempt.
She moaned, pulling me closer, but I insisted, putting her hand behind her back. “You need to tell me exactly what happened and why you are like this.”
“I'm tired of everyone, Silas. And you are the only person who listened to me without anything in return.” She smiled sheepishly, her eyes closing for a moment.
“What happened? And why is Jaxon in front of your doorstep?”
“You know that son of a b***h?! That bastard!” She laughed wickedly, staring at me disgustingly.
“That b
