A ghost?
Fine. If that's what she wanted, he'd give her a real scare.
"Tch. You've seen a lot of ghosts, huh? Ever seen one this good-looking?" Grayson dropped onto the sofa beside her, one arm braced against the cushions, boxing her into the corner.
His voice low, warm, unmistakably familiar sent a jolt through her. Something about it rang a very specific bell.
She lifted her head, trembling, and in the moonlight the shape of his face finally resolved.
It's him.
Oh my God. Is he a ghost? Is he actually here in the Vale house?
Wait. Am I dreaming? Because my face genuinely hurts.
Isla's brows snapped together, fury chasing out the fear in record time.
"What are you doing HERE?" Her voice cracked somewhere between a sob and a snarl.
"Little fox, you never paid me. So naturally, I
