Chapter 3: Grace: Bruised
"I'm here to see Grace."
Andrew's voice carries through the door, steady and cool despite the demeanor of the old Lycan gate-guarding my doorway. It's a little surprising to feel the relief threading through me when I hear his voice; Dylan's become a little too much of a sycophant, and the reversal's too quick. It's enough to make a girl uneasy around him, not sure how much is real and how much he's faking.
Besides; his behavior isn't for me, Grace. It's for Caine's mate. Shockingly enough, I'm not averse to borrowing his power… but it doesn't really feel good to know someone's taking care of you because of your position and not your personality, you know?
"I don't think you have any need to see her," Dylan says harshly. His voice is old-sounding enough for it to be harsh without trying, and now he's obviously trying.
"I don't think you have the right to decide that."
