"Gray? What's going on? You said something about..."
"We should change that dressing and get you into a hot bath."
"Gray," I said, my hand grabbing his, my brows drawn. "What's going on? Who is going to jail?"
He slowly removed my hand from his and gave me a small smile. "Stop worrying your pretty little head about it and take a bath. Yes?"
"Gray..."
"No. Okay? Just don't worry about it."
I let out a small sigh, knowing he wouldn't tell me no matter how long I stayed there whining about. I started to drag my feet towards the bathroom when he held my hand back, stopping me in my tracks.
"I will run the bath first," he said, and I nodded, then sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him.
He walked towards the bathroom, and I let my mind wander. What did he have to announce? Was so
