Indianna sat on the bed with her knees pulled up to her chest. She was glaring at Greyson who was seated at the end, talking on his phone. He hung up after a few minutes and looked at Indianna.

"You're shaking," he frowned. "Are you cold?"

"I'm fine," she muttered, but Greyson stood up and shrugged his jacket off. He walked over to Indianna, but she flinched away from him. "I'm fine."

Greyson ignored her and draped his jacket round Indianna's shoulders and then sat back down. "You don't ...