King

As soon as Alyssa retreats upstairs, I nearly lose my shit. I follow Gray outside, trailing behind him and his annoying-ass wife. I can feel the fury surging through me as he opens the back door of Alyssa's car and ushers Christine inside.

Mason's got the unfortunate task of dropping them off. Poor bastard. But better him than me—I don't have the patience for that bullshit.

Gray meets me back at the doorstep, still fuming from the conversation with Alyssa.

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