"Watch what?" Toby asked, his voice laced with a sudden, anxious urgency. He leaned across the heavy oak table, trying to follow Grayson’s intense gaze. "Gray, you're doing that thing again. The thing where you look like you're calculating the exact trajectory to blow up a building."
"I am calculating a trajectory, Toby," Grayson said, his voice barely a murmur beneath the hushed ambient noise of the library. "But not to destroy. I am calculating how to intercept a collision before it happens."
"A collision with who? That girl? Quinn?"
"With Elias Thorne," Grayson said, the name tasting like ash in his mouth.
"The guy who... you know. The alleyway guy."
"Yes," Grayson said, his eyes never leaving the hunched figure of Quinn Harper across the room. "In my timeline, Elias didn't just hi
