GRAYSON'S HANDS GRABBED HIS HAIR, pulling at it to make the pain go away. The beast inside him wanted to submerge again, but this time, it was completely different; it wanted complete and utter control over him. That was something Grayson couldn't trust himself to fall into that sort of trap.
Every time he was around her, he lost power over it. His body did what it wanted, and there was no way he could have stopped. If it weren't for her mother, he would have gone the whole way, and honestly, he just wasn't ready for that. If he had told his old self that he would be hungover, a girl Grayson barely knew, he for sure would have laughed.
Alison strip away the sanity within his mind; why did she make him fall so quickly?
A nightmare worse than the life he was living didn't exist anymore; he once thought he was asleep, constantly living in the dream state, but the sad reality was, it wasn't. It was far from it.
