"Hey, calm down." Grayson chuckles, resting his palm on the small of my back. "There's nothing to be afraid of, you've been here before."
"Yeah, but I didn’t have to go in or talk to him." I bite in a nervous whisper.
"Wait, so you've been here before, but you've never gone in?"
"But she's heard him speak before," Grayson adds like an instigator, causing Griffen's arched brow to rise higher.
"So you haven't spoken to him, but you've heard him speak?" Griffen questions slowly, trying to make sense of the information handed to him "... so, what exactly were you doing?"
"Good question." Grayson snickers, casting a knowing glance my way.
I narrow my eyes on him, biting my lips to hold my tongue. I refuse to admit the faults of my inquisitive streak.
"Oh, you sneaky girl." Clay sudden
