Grey's POV
I heard the door before I saw her,a soft click, careful, too careful,.the kind of carefulness that meant she knew she was late, again.
I was standing in the foyer, not because I was waiting,at least that's the lie I kept telling myself, but because I couldn't sit still. Something had been off with Seraphim for days, she was different, distracted, slipping away like water through closed fists.
When the door opened and she stepped in, her hair was slightly damp, her cheeks flushed from the night air. She looked… bright. Too bright. Happier than she'd looked within these walls in weeks, and something inside me twisted, not violently, not angrily. , just… uncomfortably, unfamiliar.
I straightened, voice low and even.
"Where are you coming from?"
She froze for half a second, then walked past me.
"I'm not doing this tonight, Grey." My jaw tightened.
She really thought she could come home late two nights in a row and walk past me like I didn't exist?
