Flair POV
I feel like I'm a robot as we make our way into the Grant mansion, Roscoe bounding at our feet. Father is asleep and Ian is out. Knox waves us up the stairs, a look of concentration on his face which signals he's about to disappear into his room and work for the next few hours. I'm so drained that even the thought of food makes me feel sick and as we head upstairs, my head rests against my husband's chest, my steps filled with a weariness I feel all the way down deep into my soul.
Grayson is careful to open the door, allowing Roscoe to leap inside, his tail wagging. He finds this exciting, a game to play. I climb into bed and allow Grayson to gather me close to his chest, his body spooning me while Roscoe clambers up onto the bed and curls up at our feet. I fall into an uneasy
