Greyson snatched Indianna's phone from her hand, his body stiffening. "He's been texting you!" he growled. "Why the f**k didn’t you tell me?"
Indianna’s eyes stayed locked on the phone in his hand. "He killed my dad," she whispered. "He..." Her fingers wrapped around her scarred wrist, and Greyson’s frown deepened. Now was not the time to be angry at her. He needed to be there for her. Pocketing her phone, he wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head. "He killed my dad."
"Shh," Greyson whispered. "I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to worry you."
"He attacked me," she murmured, burying her face in his chest.
"He's not going to hurt you ever again. I promise," Greyson said lowly.
"He's here," she admitted shakily. "He's been following me. How else would he know
