Isla put on her most sincere expression. Beyond the leftover redness from crying, her eyes read as pure, wide-eyed confusion. Say what now? I have no idea what you mean.
She held his stare, unblinking. "He was just concerned about my injuries, told me to take care of myself. That's it."
Grayson lowered himself into the chair beside the bed, studying her with that unnervingly composed, unreadable face.
He tilted his head slightly, mouth curving with faint skepticism. "Is that so."
The drawn-out, slow delivery made Isla's heart lurch again.
He clearly doesn't believe me.
Even if he had every right not to, there was no way she was admitting she'd actually asked Marcus to help track down her grandmother's location.
"Mm-hm." Isla nodded with a smile.
Watching her play soft and harmless
