If Gray thought he could summon me like some sort of...well, whatever, he had another thingcoming.
I sat the bowl in the sink and padded to my room to get dressed. Another soft pair of leggings and my favorite Captain America T-shirt this time. I grabbed my keys and phone and went to meetMichael.
Once I got outside, he rushed to open the door. “Getting faster Michael, but for the record I’m only going so I can tell him off inperson.”
“Tell himoff?”
“If he thinks he can just summon me, he’ll soon learn something about myfist.”
“He didn’t summon you, Miss. I'm the one who texted you. He didn’t ask foryou.”
I stopped as I began to climb in the car and braced my hand on the doorframe. “What? Why? Start talking,Mikey.”
“You’ll see when we getthere.”
He gently pushed the door to urge me inside and closed it behind me. In record time, we made it to Gray’s building, and Michael escorted me all the way to hisdoor.
Memories of the last time I’d been here started to filter in, but I pushed past them and wentinside.
The apartment was dark, Michael stayed in the hall as I closed the door behind me. The only light came in from the street through the windows, and even then, we were mostly too high up forit.
I felt along the wall for a light switch and flipped it as soon as my hand brushed its ridgedsurface.
The room washed in light, and it took my eyes a minute to process. The perfect living room was now trashed, a pile of books spread across the gorgeous hardwood. Gray lay on his back on the couch in nothing but boxer briefs and blacksocks.
“Gray?”
He didn’t stir at the sound of my voice. I walked over, carefully tiptoeing past books that likely cost more than my car at home. Wonder what kind of insurance he had tocarry.
“Gray,” I calledagain.
Stillnothing.
I looked down at his face, his eyes closed, his hair still somehow perfect. There was a smear of blood on his knuckles, and I grabbed them to examine but no cut marred his perfectskin.
Creepy.
“Gray,” I said and shook hisshoulder.
He gasped and opened his eyes, causing me to jump back and trip over a pile of books only to land on my ass into anotherpile.
Oh, this was going to be painfultomorrow.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Why is it sobright?”
I huffed. Angrier now than before. “I turned on the light,obviously.”
He blinked and met my eyes. Something was off about him. Like his mind played a song on repeat, but in the wrong tune. Instead of sounding unique, it just soundedhaunting.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, leaning over to brace his elbows on histhighs.
I extricated myself from the pile of books and glared. “I’m asking myself that question right now too. Michael texted me and asked me to get overhere.”
His tone took an edge. “You’re here forMichael?”
I sat gingerly beside him, my ass and back aching from the book landing. “No, dumbass, I’m here because he was worried aboutyou.”
I gestured at the books. “For obvious reasons. What’s theproblem?”
