Grayson Hawthorne loves you, even after you left, even now that you've found someone new. Of course you are. When he pulled away I smiled up at him. I looked past him to see that we had arrived at our destination.
I felt a rush of disappointment. This was the first time me and Alex had been alone in days and we had wasted the time talking about Eve. Though the two of us were engaged, it felt as if we were just getting to know one another.
I tried to not let that thought bother me. I smiled at my younger sister, then looked over to Jameson. My gaze avoided Grayson. I followed as the group made our way to where Skye lived. Grayson rang the doorbell, fiddling with his suit jacket after. Skye answered the door wearing a loose aquamarine dress and sunglasses.
She smiled at us, rested her hands on her hips. The Wheel of Fortune, followed by the Eight of Cups, inverted. The muscles in Grayson's jaw tensed. Gray, darling, why would I need anyone's forgiveness?
Grayson had forced Skye to leave Hawthorne Houseβfor Avery. Don't you boys talk to me about forgiveness. I'm not the one who abandoned you. Nash raised an eyebrow. You of all people should understand: I wasn't made to be stationary. A woman like me can absolutely die of inertness. Is it really so hard to understand that your mother is also a person?
