Day Two.
Novalee woke to pounding on the apartment door. For a moment, panic seized her—Dante's men, coming to take her—but then she heard the voice.
"Nova! Open up! I know you're in there!"
Greysen.
She stumbled out of bed, still wearing yesterday's clothes. James was asleep in their bedroom—he'd come home from his overnight shift at 8 AM and crashed immediately. She'd been up since six, unable to sleep, wandering the apartment like a ghost.
She hurried to the door before Greysen's pounding could wake James, opening it to find them holding two coffee cups and a bag of bagels, their expression determined.
"Nope," they said quietly, clearly aware James might be sleeping. "Not doing this. You're not allowed to shut me out."
"Grey, I'm fine—" Novalee whispered.
"Bullshit." Greysen pus
