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I had barely wiped the sleep from my eyes when I noticed the three almost tiptoeing out of the room.
"And where might you all be heading?"
They freeze slowly turning to me, their eyes like deers caught in headlights.
"Business." Grayson awkwardly smiles looking over at the other two as if seeking approval for his stretched truth.
"What kind of business?" I frown, slowly trying to sit up, my eyes dancing between Griffen and Clay. I knew they wouldn't say anything, yet searching their eyes might help me determine the magnitude of the matter.
"Just normal business." Grayson shrugs nonchalantly, hoping to appease my curiosity.
"Then I'm coming." I stand, biting back the evidence of the searing pain shooting across my back as I casually grip the headboard of the crooked bed fra
