GRAYSON TURNED his gaze on Kieran, slow and lethal, as though weighing the moment to strike. Mailah froze, her breath catching.
She braced herself for violence, certain that Grayson would lash out at Kieran's provocative words.
A certain energy prickled against her skin, the hush before the storm that signaled Grayson's most violent edge.
Instead, he laughed.
The sound was rich and genuine, completely at odds with the energy that had been radiating from him just moments before.
Kieran's smug expression faltered, replaced by something that looked like confusion.
"One day," Grayson said, his voice carrying warm amusement rather than the cold fury Mailah had expected, "you'll find yourself in exactly my position, Kieran. And when that day comes, I'll be sure to remind you of this conversation."
