PRESENT
GRAYSON’S POV:
I leaned against the mirrored wall of the elevator, scrolling through my phone when a string of colorful profanities pulled my attention.
I saw Selene pushing her way past the crowd, muttering under her breath as she fought toward the doors.
I smiled to myself as I thumbed the hold button.
Her eyes flicked up when she slipped inside, looking almost as surprised to see me as I was to see her. “Oh, hi.”
I glanced down on my phone screen to confirm I hadn’t gotten the time wrong.
“You’re indecently early by Selene Hale standards,” I said.
Her almost approachable expressions soured into one of her usual scowls.
“Don’t remind me,” she groaned. “Or I might turn around and go back home. Just take the day off.”
I smiled. “If you left, who else would I have to verb
