ROANNE
“Roanne” He says my name like a prayer. An angry, silent prayer. Like saying; ‘God please
help me out so I don’t kill this human being that is my ex’.
Okay, maybe not exactly that, but you’d need to hear his tone to understand.
“Grayson.” Our eyes do a dance that I hate. Like an angry waltz. Hold each other in a
familiar embrace, roll, glare, burn. Again.
“I just want you safe. Like you said, this doesn’t have to be a fight.”
“I didn’t go out alone. There was a bodyguard with me. And you can’t expect me to stay
locked in here for however long this thing goes on. Just because I don’t have to show up
at work like Cassie, doesn’t mean I’m gonna lazy around here. I had a life that I left in the
US, because of you and your grandfather’s business-bless his soul. You don’t see me
