Sophia
I can’t really be mad at Greyson from waking me up, can I? I did try, but as soon as I was awake enough to recognise him, all the anger melted away, swiftly being replaced by relief to see him feeling like new.
“Where were you?” I manage to ask in a purr, right before our lips fuse together for a much needed kiss. I relish the way he ends the kiss and moves his lips to my forehead, then takes a whiff of my hair.
“I’m so angry with you right now, Sophia. You have no idea!” Greyson growls lowly.
Wait, what? My bubble burst within a second.
“Angry? You? You are angry with me?” I draw back, remembering how I hurried to get to him and the bastard was gone. “And why exactly are you angry with me?” I probe.
“Where should I start? With the fact that you went after Deacon alone, maybe
