GRAYSON HAD BEEN GONE FOR HOURS. He knew it was late at night now, but he couldn't sleep; he had paced his room in deep thought, the beast's agitation preventing him from relaxing. He was angry that he watched her leave him, locked in her room. It was like he was placing her in one prison to the next, and what's worse he did nothing to stop it. What was he supposed to do? For the first time in his life he was left with feelings he didn't really understand, he didn't know how to control them.
Some part of him felt guilty, but he had always had a streak of stubbornness and she he still maintained that it wasn't entirely his fault.
Grayson was well aware he was keeping her in the dark with everything that has happened. Killian was determined to seek his vengeance on him, taking what he really cared about left him at his mercy. It pissed him off, but then again he'd started it off.
