"WHAT?" Grayson's inscrutable expression became angry.
"I said I'm not going." It was final; her attempts to keep something going wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth all this pain she felt, physically and mentally. Suddenly, Alison felt even more idiotic than ever before. She had died for someone she barely knew, and now she felt embarrassed for her actions.
Never again would she die for a man, never cry for one, for someone like him. Who never seemed to change.
Grayson's chest rumbled as he released a dark laugh, "Yes, you are," He says. Mischief sparkling within his emerald eyes, "I think you forget who you are talking to; I don't care if I have to drag you out of here. You are coming with me."
