Alyssa

Inside the elevator, the déjà vu feeling creeps back in. I look around, trying to figure out where I've seen something like this before.

Isaac's law firm? No.

"Alyssa," Gray's voice snaps me out of it, and when I turn to look at him, for a split-second, I swear I see him as a kid, standing in exact same spot—nine, maybe ten years old.

What the hell?

"Why are you staring at me like that?" he asks, raising a brow.

I shake my head, still freaked ...