GRACE POV
I walked fast. Too fast.
The sound of my boots on the marble floor echoed like a warning I wasn’t listening to.
Distance. That was the only thing I needed right now.
Space. Air. Anything that didn’t smell like peppermint, leather, and sin.
Connor.
Just thinking his name made my chest tighten, like there was a damn hole where he’d been standing.
It was ridiculous, and I hated every second of it.
Because I wasn’t supposed to miss him.
Hell, I’d known him for—what—three days? Four?
Barely enough time to know something other than his name, let alone develop the kind of dependency that had me feeling like my lungs didn’t know how to work without him nearby.
This was bad.
Really bad.
Never get attached.
Never fall for someone who can ruin you with a smile.
Especially not
