KATARINA
A knock on the front door jolted me awake, as if a hand had yanked me from deep water. At first, I thought I was hallucinating, my body heavy and my mind foggy from finally falling asleep after staring at the ceiling all night.
But then the knocking began again, louder this time. My eyes opened to see that the room was still dark, and I turned to look at the clock on the bedside table, which read 4:35 a.m. My eyebrow furrowed. Who might be knocking at this hour? Greyson wouldn't knock. He had his own access.
A cold ripple ran through me, and I pushed myself up, sleep still stubbornly clinging to my limbs. I had spent the entire night replaying Greyson's abrupt departure and his expression when he answered the phone that summoned him away. I had been trying to figure out what co
