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I take my seat, situated between Grayson and Griffen as Clay walks over to whisper something to King Ray.
King Ray frowns, prompting Clay to lean in again, his mouth moving but I don't hear what he's saying. There's a brief pause, and then finally, King Ray nods, an act that seems to satisfy Clay as he returns to us, sitting on the opposite side of Grayson.
I spear him a glance, suddenly becoming unnerved by the intense aura surrounding him.
It isn't hard to tell that I'm not going to like whatever this meeting is about.
I subconsciously begin to fidget with my fingers, my ballerina flats tapping rhythmically against the tiled floor in quick broken successions.
"Hey." A calming voice beckons as a hand lands on my lap to still my feet. "Breathe... everything's going to be OK
