NATALIE’S P.O.V.
I watched Reid, my brow furrowed. Grady was right; he did look pale, and he had a faraway look in his eyes.
Over the past couple of days, I noticed a significant change in him. He was much more relaxed, not as brash and stony, when he was away from our kind. And now here, in this place with a woman who had acted as a maternal figure to him for years, I was seeing a side of him I had no idea existed. Here he was, the infamous Alpha Reid, nursing a migraine with a magical chocolate bar.
“How is it?” Grady asked him, from her perch on her wicker chair on the other side of the porch.
“It’s s**t,” Reid replied simply, and glanced at her before he took another bite.
Grady rolled her eyes. “I mean, is it helping?”
“I think so.”
“Excellent. About that drive…I’d love to vi
