"Guard! Seize her!" Grayson commands with authority, his eyes dark and cast down on her despite her pitiful pleas of apology.
She dares to reach for him, crocodile tears charting a path through her foundation making river beds. He stands his ground, releasing a warning growl that makes her hand instantly retract. But she drops to her knees, her hands clasped in prayer as she begs for him to reconsider. "Grayson babyyy... please." She cry, her voice angering me but none more than the use of such an endearing term.
My jaw clenches, my tightly folded fist itching to permanently disfigure her face.
But I reign my anger, letting her humiliation run its course as her performance attracts the attention of the tale-bearers. The whispers begin and the urgency of the guard activates with the ri
