10
“Greyson Miller, you wake up this instant!” the voice admonished him again like it had for the past horrendous five minutes.
“I’m changing the locks,” Greyson muttered into his pillow. His brain pulsed against his skull. He was sure it was going to explode any minute. Mya, yapping like an overexcited puppy, only made it worse.
Mya shook his shoulder. “Don’t you ignore me! What did you do? Where’s Jenna?”
Greyson groaned. “And here I thought you came out of concern for me.”
“I’m more concerned about Jenna,” she said.
“Why?” Greyson curled into his blankets.
“She’s not here.”
“I know. Why are you here?”
“I came to check on you. David is still passed out. I thought if he was as bad as that, you’d be dead for sure.”
“I will be if you keep talking.”
“Greyson!” she scolded, attacki
