Page 115 of When Darkness Calls

“Get her to your place. Me and Alex are gonna look around, but we’ll be right behind you.” Grayson nods.

“Dee,” he looks back down at me, a smile full of relief, “Grab whatever you need for a few days. You’re staying with him until I know it’s safe for you to be here. Fucker got through the alarms and didn’t trigger the cameras.”

I blanch. How? The only people that can do that are us. Our family.

I have to stay with Grayson.

“I—”

“I don’t want to hear it right now. Get your shit.”

So, I do. I grab a duffel bag and stuff a bunch of random clothes from my hamper inside it and my backpack.

Grayson is waiting for me by the front door, his hands stuffed into his sweatpants. I notice he doesn’t have his jacket.

“Aren’t you going to be cold? Where’s your jacket?” I tilt my head looking at him in the dark blue long sleeve with West View’s logo.

He scratches the back of his head, fingers tucked into his dark curls. “I didn’t really have time to find it.”

My face heats. “Oh.”

He shrugs, nodding to the door, opening it for me. “Still got your helmet?”

“It’s in the garage.”

“Here,” he grabs the duffel bag from me walking to Cade’s car. “Go get it. You’ll need it for a couple days.”

It’s been years since I’d rode his bike, and the idea has all the bullshit of the day slowly melting away. The rush of riding on it is unlike anything else. Except maybe anything to do with Shadow.

I blush thinking of him before my mood sours.

He hasn’t messaged me today. I didn’t see him outside. And then that guy shows up. I still don’t know if he has anything to do with all of this.

For some reason though thinking that he could, not only makes me angry at myself for thinking that, but sick. So sick. I need to see him soon. I just hope wherever he is he knows I’ll not be home.

Helmet in hand, I walk back to the motorcycle and carefully climb onto the seat.

“Good?” Grayson gives me a pointed look before his finger hooks the chin strap, tracing it, and my jaw. I swallow.

“Good.”

He nods, swinging his leg over, careful not to hit me.

“Hold on.” My arms go to his waist as the bike purrs to life.

“Dani, you need to hold on.” Grayson’s voice is stern.

“I am, asshole.” We lurch forward quickly, I suck in a breath, hands tightening around his waist, falling against his back.

Grayson’s chuckle is warm, spreading through my chilled limbs.

“I told you.” He keeps laughing and to my surprise I join him.

My hand smacks his shoulder, and still giggling I say, “Let’s fucking go. I wanna scream.”

He peers over his shoulder, a dark look in his eyes that sends a shiver down my spine and heats the ice in my veins, and we’re off.

Wind rushes past us, my hair flies everywhere, and I feel like I’m on top of the world. Today was a roller coaster of emotions I didn’t need to have, but if this is how the day ends, I can’t say I’m really mad about it.