The moment I stepped into the hotel, my pulse quickened. Devin was there, leaning against the wall as if he belonged. His presence was like a punch to the gut, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. My hands curled into fists at my sides, and it took every ounce of willpower not to lash out. I could barely register Marshall’s grip tightening on my arm, his silent attempt to keep me grounded, but I was too far gone in my anger to care.
"Grace," Devin began, his voice slick and overly familiar, "I just wanted to talk."
"Don't," I snapped, my voice trembling with barely contained fury. "I have nothing to say to you."
Marshall’s eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking between Devin and me, confusion etched on his face. Tony, too, looked puzzled, as if he couldn’t comprehend the full extent of m
