PRESENT
GRAYSON’S POV:
I lost track of time except for the darkening sky reflected behind me that told me it was too late to still be sulking in my office.
My rage had simmered down in the last three, maybe four hours that I had been here and in its place, only the ache of betrayal remained.
Which was somehow worse.
I almost wanted the rage back. I didn’t want to sit here, surrounded by silences and the darkness and think about what Selene had done and how much I hated her for it.
More than that, I didn’t want to think how I had no right to. Because she had told me she’d do exactly this. I’d been the one stupid enough to underestimate her, her vengeance, her anger.
Selene had always kept her fury too close to her, especially when it came to me. It had been her armor, her way of keep
