Shadows of the Past
Griffin's POV
The atmosphere was oppressively tense. The incidents of the previous few days hung between us like an unhealed, raw sore. I listened to the soft buzz of the city outside while I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. Even though Griffin was breathing steadily next to me, I could tell he wasn't asleep.
I c****d my head, observing him in the low light. Even in silence, his brows were furrowed and his jaw was clinched. He was winning, whatever was troubling him.
"Griffin," I said in a whisper.
His eyes sprung open, alert and keen. He merely stared at me, waiting, without saying anything.
"You're not asleep," I said.
"You're not either," he shot back.
With a dry throat, I swallowed hard. "Are we going to discuss it?"
His jaw twitched a muscle. "What a
