"What do you think you are doing?"
I froze in place, my lips parting. My beaet was hammering in my chest even harder than it had been when I had run down the stairs, the keys in one hand, and Aunt Althea's hand in the other. I knew Gray was still at home, and he seemed to know every single thing that went on around the house. I knew he would see me, but it was even more terrifying now that it was happening.
I slowly turned, and Gray was standing at the foot of the stairs, his eyes cold, his hands resting in his pockets. It seemed to be his default posture when things didn't go his way, and I wasn't too sure what to make of that.
"Gray, I..."
"Hand me those keys."
I swallowed, turning towards Aunt Althea. She was shaking her head, her eyes pleading. I could still see her on her knees,
