Thirteen
Grace knew she should control her temper. If she’d taken a deep breath and focused on what needed to be done rather than let Adams’s words get under her skin, she could’ve stayed at the party. Asked questions. Maybe even cornered Pendam and interviewed him about Tristan Range or his work with Dr. Tove.
But she couldn’t. It was all too much. The way Khan had seen right through her. Adams, too, with not only his secrets but the blatant desire so suffocating she might as well be trying to breathe underwater.
To escape the weight of it all—the eyes, Adams, Khan—she’d fled the music hall with Khan’s words in her ears and Adams calling after her.
He didn’t catch up to her until she was nearly to the auto stop across from Sushi Bites.
“Grace, wait, please!”
She ordered an auto and
