PRESENT
GRAYSON’S POV:
I got out of the car and immediately turned to the backdoor, holding it open for Selene.
She scowled at me for ruining her prefect streak of being a pain in my a*s.
I only grinned down, offering her my arm.
She ignored it—as expected—as she slipped out of the car and straightened her hideous tee-shirt, brushing imaginary lint off her shoulders. Her back was rigid as if she was walking into battle and not just a date.
I let my arm drop, tossing my keys to the valet before falling into step beside her.
Selene’s eyes lifted to the sign above the entrance, letters cut in gleaming brass, washed in a golden glow: Noctis.
The building stretched upward—entirely glass, pulled taut over sleek black frames. It was a two-storey building built on the quieter edge of town.
