Bryan's discretion would save him from a lot of uncomfortable questions and even more uncomfortable explanations.
Grayson's hand suddenly appeared in his line of vision, reaching forward to press against his forehead. The touch was brief, but it made his cheeks burn a little. He knew he was checking for his temperature, but he couldn't stop his heart from skipping a beat.
"Feeling better?" Grayson asked.
A headache had been plaguing Neville since earlier, but it had subsided into a dull throb. He even forgot that he was sick and beaten badly with adrenaline.
He didn't know if it was the medicine kicking in or because of his amazing regenerative abilities, but he nodded anyway.
"I'll get going now," he said, preparing to make his escape before either of them could think of new questions to ask.
"You'd better keep your antics in check," Grayson warned, his tone suggesting that he more or less had an idea of what exactly Neville was up to. "Don't let it come back to bite you."
